I’m several days into Leslea Newman’s 30 poems in 30 days challenge. I’m finding it oddly easy to generate lines every day, but I am quite curious to see if, 30 days from now, they’ll prove to be anything other than clever mash-ups of words. It is, of course, never easy to judge freshly written verse–it has to age and be read with some distance or else the fervor of one’s romance with new creativity will overcome good judgment.
My good friend (and very good poet) Andrew Varnon is posting his work as he goes. If you like following the creative process up close, drop by and take a gander at his progress.
And what the hey–here, to the best of my recollection, is last night’s effort, all I can remember of the whole thing, unrevised and raw though it may be. If Varnon is putting it out there, a little solidarity won’t hurt. Here’s me, as inspired by the cool 1926(?) J.B.S. Haldane essay “On Being the Right Size,” before I get to take advantage of distance:
Not this time, you don’t!
This is a case of extraction
and those cases are seldom full.
