Applaud well, Ken, this beautifully worked and inspired intimate poem.
Applaud yourself---first, last, and always.
----- Original Message -----
From: "Kenneth Wolman" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Friday, August 19, 2005 9:29 PM
Subject: Locket again
> "The Locket" is what happens 46 days into a tobacco withdrawal when you go
> into places in your head you forgot were there and discover new ones.
> It's what happens to me when I get bored with my writing and figure it's
> worth a small experiment in something I can't quite name or define. Some
> days, even outright failure is better than the SOS. Now, none of this yak
> makes the product any better or worse, it just does an "In the beginning"
> thing to explain the origins of the garden or the car wreck, whichever it
> is. I've never tried an experiment with "Tis here/this here/tis gone"
> before so maybe "The Locket" is a first.
> This was not fun, fast, or easy. I wrote part of it at work, ran into a
> wall, brought it home, then sat with it. To set a mood for myself I had
> to go back to a piece of music I haven't listened to since I was writing
> in 1996, "The Firebird's Pleading" from the Stravinsky ballet. It's as I
> remembered it, exquisite (hey, one of my 1957 schoolroom words again!),
> and that made it possible for me to read the thing as a continuum, change
> what *I* felt was messy, prune words and whole lines, and reorder where I
> had to. I hate being my first audience. I never applaud.
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