I am continuing to question my dedication to reaching my goal of graduate study. It's just that there is so much going on in my head, from trying to stay active on the employment search front, to maintaining a grasp of my responsibilities at Africare, then actually bringing together a good sample of my work, which has been sidetracked by the affair with my computer (damage to socket on laptop). I won't make excuses but it seems I must become mechanical with every hour, minute, second of my days in order to complete all the tasks I set before myself on any given day. A schedule must be made and held above my head. I need a smack on the back of the head, good music, some good sex...yes, that would be great motivation, now that I think of it... Ok, so I think about that a lot too.
Today I spent some time in the bookstore reading some contemporary work from Sonia Sanchez, Philip Levine, Li-Young Lee and a few poets published in the Kenyon Review (published by Middlebury College if I'm not mistaken). My online outlets to poetry at the moment are Stirring: A Literary Collection, This So Called Life, and various personal websites run by individuals that have an affinity for certain established writers, from Plath to Komunyakaa to Kevin Young to Sharon Olds to Mark Strand and so on. The more I write, the more ideas I birth for original poems. I am feeding off of the energy, the soul of others writing. I would like to think this is reciprocal and not parasitic, the relationship I share with many who I may never meet or speak to on any terms. Tomorrow, Galway Kinnell, Lucie Brock-Broido continued along with more Columbia faculty, Kyle Dargan (MFA student at Indiana), and so on.
Gotta keep writing. yes.
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