Whack with it congrats on a writing anything the dam gates are opening -stand back!!
Cheers P
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From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of Ken Wolman
Sent: 20 October 2010 03:55
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Subject: Re: Early, mostly unedited
Well, back to it again in the AM when I have a chance of being awake. Exhilarating to be able to write anything at all, however.
k
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Ken Wolman http://awfulrowing.wordpress.com/
"All writers are hunters, and parents are the most available prey."
--Francine du Plessix Gray
On Oct 19, 2010, at 7:56 PM, andrew burke wrote:
> Ken - I think you were writing toward your subject and not there yet. Maybe
> your subject is how you were at home -
>
>
> 'At home, pouring it out, I
> could dangle reality and let it drop
> to the floor, gaze at the TV,'
>
> You had a couple of great first lines hidden away there:
>
> 'get the fuck away from me and
> leave me in peace.'
>
> You weren't a bar drinker but a home drinker, a solitary soul, crowded in
> your mind by those other bastards ... Write about that.
>
> (Shit, can you tell I've been teaching again?! Sorry if it sounds bossy.)
>
>
> Andrew
>
> On 20 October 2010 06:56, Ken Wolman <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
>> BAR DRINKER
>>
>> I really wasn't. Forever antisocial, I shunned company, only one time,
>> while awaiting a triple (not double)-A call
>> went into the Lyndhurst Tavern
>> across from the train station
>> and drank a dollar beer
>> that wasn't worth the money or the time
>> I spent looking at a bunch of solitary guys
>> eyeballing football highlights.
>>
>> At home awaited the frozen vodka bottle
>> singing to me in the voices of
>> clarinet sonatas or Jon Vickers
>> 'Fidelio' outcry: "Gott, welch dunkel hier!"
>> Those were voices that I could heed,
>> the voices of silence, introspection,
>> get the fuck away from me and
>> leave me in peace.
>>
>> Because by day's end I was tired
>> of work, the commute, and (big news) myself,
>> and in a bar I'd have found no communion,
>> only strangers talking to themselves
>> by talking to each other
>> because there were no connections
>> beyond What'll Ya Have?
>> At home, pouring it out, I
>> could dangle reality and let it drop
>> to the floor, gaze at the TV,
>> and not pick it up again.
>>
>> KTW/10-18-10 ?
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>> Ken Wolman http://awfulrowing.wordpress.com/
>>
>> "All writers are hunters, and parents are the most available prey."
>> --Francine du Plessix Gray
>>
>
>
>
> --
> Andrew
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