Taking a brief break from writing to share two abstract paintings I’ve done that are inspired by my (still) new shoes, which have happily brought me back to many familiar haunts over the past week.
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[In place of a poem, titled “Inventory,” that I would have written]
Saturday, May 25, 2024, in Ghent. For R. M.
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There was a catalogue of things I had devised for this poem, the one I would have titled “Inventory,” to give shape and voice to the life I had lived in the past three years. Each stanza of the poem would have begun with the introduction there were, followed by a plural noun of the letter “C”: colors, countries, cities, companions, conversations, compositions, conclusions. These c-nouns, as I’d planned it, would have been headings for list-like observations.Some of the lines I drafted were clever. But my clever fiction collapsed in on itself when I wanted to include the nouns that didn’t start with “C” (space and time), even as I wanted to end it all on a heavy line: There was not enough time.
Still, I wrote what I could in two stages. The first draft, which I scrawled in my sketchbook, was raw and rough. The second draft, which I penned in my thin notebook of poems, was better shaped though imperfect.
But then the clock struck nine-thirty and I had to leave. So I put away the sketchbook, notebook, and pen in my backpack, and I left.
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Between Two Rivers 