Summer's here, finally! Time seems to be slowing down... maybe it's the fact that the sun's out until nine o'clock. Quinn and I have been napping away the afternoons together and spending hours outside in the yard. (Really, what is it about a hose that's so entertaining to a toddler? Whatever it is, it means I get to read my book.)
The online workshops for my poetry class have been rolling along each week. I still want to pinch myself sometimes -- the fact that my homework is literally WRITING AND TALKING ABOUT POETRY still blows my mind.
Anyhoo, I wanted to share this quote from an essay my teacher posted this week. The whole thing is brilliant and I highly suggest you go read it. The idea that poetry is about dropping into wordlessness (to borrow a phrase from the delightful Martha Beck) and then translating objects back into language with a new sparkly coating of mystery gives me goosebumps.
Books I've read lately: Charm by Christine McNair, Beautiful Children with Pet Foxes by Jennifer LoveGrove, No TV for Woodpeckers by Gary Barwin. This week I'm reading Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel for the dystopian book club I started recently in response to our current political climate ;)
Poetic Epiphanies: There are no rules in poetry, only effects. The shorter the line the greater the drama. The longer the line, the greater the emotion. Thank you, Susan Musgrave, most wonderful poetry teacher, for your wisdom.
Also: Thank God for the Toronto Public Library. It's still a small miracle every time I take a book home for free.