1. Tonight all I have for you—are you readers or an A.I. parsing my digital sneezes?—fragments. 2. Tonight I’m in the weird place of poetry being weird. 3. I’m not that kind of poet yet. 4. How much water is there? Enough to drown the illusion of height 5. As usual I love a collection of poems for the glimpses I think I see and not the whole because understanding will take several readings more or never
#NaPoWriMo 2017 Day 5
I suddenly have too much to do and such increases in activity frequently lead me to procrastination. Also I want to watch this week’s Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. So after a jog and preparing tomorrow’s dinner and not eating anything for dinner tonight because I’ve already had enough calories today, dammit, I read Ocean Vuong’s collection of poetry Night Sky With Exit Wounds.
I am not worthy.
It’s an amazing book that I have only read now the one time, but that is enough for me to love it dearly. In “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong” there’s this gorgeous passage: “[…] The most beautiful part of your body / is where it’s headed. & remember, / loneliness is still time spent / with the world.” I’m just floored. There are gems like that throughout the book. The entire book is a gem. I cannot say I understand most of it, not after only one reading, but what meaning I did gather frequently left me on the flanks of emotional eruption.
And tomorrow evening he along with the poet Camille Rankine will be reading at the University of Arizona Poetry Center!
Thus when I got to my own writing it came out as little fragments commenting on tonight’s reading experience, my doubts as a poet, and that bizarre digression into the Earth’s water.
Poetry is weird. I’m weird. What a weird night. I don’t have time for TV tonight. Day 5 of NaPoWriMo over and out.