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Anxious gatekeeping

Analogous to nervous cluelessness is something we might call “anxious gatekeeping.”   This is desire to police the borders of poetry, or of...

Saturday, April 15, 2017

It is about 9:30 a.m.

It is about 9:30, the day before Easter.  I wrote my poem in bed before I got up, got up, had coffee and took a dump. Wrote down my poem, played piano for a while, did some other blog posts, and wrote down 500 words in an article.  Basically, I have accomplished everything I need to do today.

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