October marks, more or less, the half-way point of this experiment (for those who don’t know, The Target Bird is my attempt at writing a poem a day for a year), and I’m amazed at how rapidly the time has passed. I’m humbled by the many people who follow along and provide encouragement to continue. This is a project for myself, but I’m thrilled that people seem to enjoy reading this blog as much as I (mostly) enjoy writing them.
Some things I’ve learned/relearned since I started doing this:
-Having a deadline to meet (11:30 AM EST) is a great way to get you in the “zone” even when you don’t want to write (similar to squeezing that last bit of toothpaste out of the tube).
-At its core, poetry is a list of obsessions.
-Inspiration (capital I) is mostly BS, but inspiration isn’t.
-Poetry = conversation.
-The muse is treated holier than it should be; it’s a base and friendly creature, wanting not sacrificial wine but a shot at the bar.
-I like questions, but no one ever asks them.
-I like questions, but I don’t ask my poetry enough of them.
-This project can be exhausting.
-Nothing beats exhaustion better than reading an exciting book or poem.
-Tangentially related: I wish I had more time to look at #the feedback project.
-New York is easy to write about; insurance is hard to write about.
-Poems often surprise me with what they reveal after I’m done.
-Whole truths are often half truths, and vice versa.
-I don’t recognize the poet who started writing these back in April; he seems weird.
I’m going to be pulling some poems in the next couple of weeks to revise and send out for publishing. Also, I know I have a lot of followers I don’t follow back — I don’t 1:1 follow, but am always happy to meet new people and see some new stuff in my dashboard, so please say hi.