As I prepare to write a blog post for PAWA , I realize that I’ve filled up five notebooks with notes from Author Evenings, scribbled and stolen lines, free-writes during Laurel Ann Bogen’s workshops, drafts from Suzanne Lummis’ UCLA Ext. class.
I want to excavate these notebooks. Piece together what inspired poems, the creation of this blog and other venues to publicly declare myself as a writer. These notebooks have spilled into the space above my desk in the form of post-its, postcards.
The following notes hang above my computer:
“Poetry is the language of suggestion, not the language of meaning.”
“Poetry is the blood-jet. There is no stopping it.”
“What you do instead of your work has become your work.”
-a quote Suzanne Gardinier referenced from a friend.
“All is for the very best, so move forward happily and feel yourself as a part of the whole process of change.”
my business card. A lady in red, surely a poet.