Also, my work has prompted me to pay more attention to what other bloggers, especially those interested in poetry, are doing. Some, such as Bill Knott, use their sites as (among other functions) a way of making their work available online. Others, such as my former colleague Matt Schmeer in "The Great American Pinup" use the blog primarily to write about contemporary poetry. The most comprehensive blog I'm aware of is maintained by the incredible Ron Silliman; little wonder that he gets a half million or so hits per year. I've come to rely on Silliman's insights and his compendium of web links about writing and film. I'm responsible for a good number of those half million hits. I like being able to maintain an online list of blogs and web sites that I want to regularly check out.
I continue to grapple with how tightly thematic I want my blog to be. Although I generally focus on my professional concern with writing and reading, sometimes family observations and photos intervene, and I'm sure that will continue. Occasionally I like to write about film, visual arts, and other fields indirectly allied to my teaching, research, and writing interests. The blog does require time, which I could spend writing poetry, planning lessons, working on an article. But this regular commitment (an average of a couple entries per week) doesn't seem too onerous, and it is consistent with my longstanding interest in diaries, journals, daybooks, notebooks, sketchbooks--all of these forms of exploratory personal record-keeping and idea-gathering. In addition to this blog, I keep a more personal journal, as well as a sketchbook. When I'm traveling the journal and sketchbook run together, a single book serving dual purposes.
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Poets face the necessity "of reinventing a voice, the possibility of a voice, beginning with one's own solitude, one's own isolation, one's own difficulty. And with marginality, too: one's own and that of peotry and poetic language."
--Fabio Pusterla, translated by Geoffry Brock in Poetry (12/07) special section on contemporary Italian poetry
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The Turning
To the drumbeat of dropping leaves,
I stash my savings
in the bank of December.
What difference does water make
when the trees have shed
their best hues in darkness?
Under turbulent fish
I swim the techtonic gale
breathing in winter rhythms..
The orchestra’s coral rhapsody
hastens my oak desire,
spins the world into hope.
--K.A.
1 comment:
You've kept your blog authentic. I think that's worth the effort, and it's certainly worth the read.
I've found that friends read my blog for whatever reason (often to check on the health of my parents) and so I don't get e-mails from them like before, which makes our communications one-way. I want to know what they're up to. All our friends should have blogs, right?
The other thing is that I've made friends with people around the world through my blogs and that's been fun. But it all takes time.
What doesn't?
Keep blogging Ken. Otherwise I'd never hear from you!
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