poetry processing

October 9, 2014 Posted by gretchen

Quite often when I read my poetry it’s like I’m having an out of body experience. I process the pieces, and I understand that I wrote them, but it takes me to a frame of life that I quite often haven’t visited for a minute IMG_0894- particularly reading old work.

My poetry is what keeps me sane. It’s like my scripted world exactly as I sense it with no challenge or debate. I guess that’s part of what makes it so different to me from my other writing.

For example, Novel, when it’s bloody done, will be pitched. I’ll basically get my bitch on and beg and plead important people until someone notices and publishes it for me.

I think I’ll always self-publish my poetry. That’s my guts.

I made a new friend recently who left my apartment with Poetry One, Two and Three in tow. I think he is the only person on Earth, besides me, who has all three of those books. I don’t even really want to read them anymore. My voice has changed so much over the past five years. Sometimes when I read old poetry, it’s like I don’t even know who I was then.

I like the words that I’ve been painting this week. Probably because of what inspires them. I’ve gone on inspiration tangents before, next to love it’s my favorite feeling and in a way they go hand in hand.

Oh, and PS. I’M GOING TO MEET ALLEN STONE IN LIKE TEN HOURS!!

 

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direction (of diving)

October 8, 2014 Posted by gretchen

direction (of diving)

patterns of vision. luster combustion.
this light. off of him. onto him. this
pace slowing head turning stop
where you realize that the two of you
did not cease. running. i escaped
and he turned. i stopped. and i never
pause to stand in one place. i keep
the pull of the moon and sun’s heat
in the palms of my hands. he felt hot
to me. like something individual to fit
a space unknown as vacant. heart
swell casting.
thrown
into jump.

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tides of together

October 7, 2014 Posted by gretchen

tides of together

i met him. another. morning
after the other before another;
because men? they (just) simply
again and again and again.
so… i looked up and he was
down. do you really know what
it takes being (?). he stole a
piece of me. too long ago. now
to recall back then. nevermind. (more…)

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holy shit i’m going to meet ALLEN STONE

October 4, 2014 Posted by gretchen

OH MY GOD I’M GOING TO MEET ALLEN STONE!

I’m deep in editing today blog tribe. Chopping sentences and moving words. During this process, in the back of my mind, a voice hummed: Isn’t Allen Stone playing New York City in October?

Oh yes, Allen Stone is playing New York City in October. Not only that, he’s playing about four blocks from my house. And furthermore – I copped a special, fancy-like, quite inexpensive, magic, golden ticket which includes something I’m all giddy on… A Q&A WITH ALLEN STONE!

IMG_3954HOLY SHIT!

About four months ago I came across Allen Stone for the very first time when I was investigating who the opening act was for the John Butler Trio Summer Stage show. Nothing in the world comes close to seeing him live. And this Thursday, I will wander a few blocks from home and tell him how much I adore his music.

I can’t really think of many other places outside New York City that present opportunites like this.

In other news, it’s grey outside today. Rainy. I’m shackled to my computer editing away. I look forward to finishing the editing bits and returning to the writing bits which I fancy very much more. Alas, as an independent creative writer essentially in it for the sport, you learn to play every aspect required to push out a book. Writing, editing, and these days, even publishing sometimes.

I don’t reckon I’m going to self-publish Novel, I’ll pitch that. I’m cool self publishing poetry though. It seems logical for some reason.

On that note, back to it.

PS. HOLY SHIT I‘M GOING TO MEET ALLEN STONE IN LIKE FOUR DAYS!

 

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national poetry day. break free.

October 2, 2014 Posted by gretchen

Today is National Poetry Day! I actually had no clue until #NationalPoetryDay rolled through my Instagram feed.

Yo.

Once I saw the tag, I decided to go through some archives and put up a few tangents of mine. Let me tell you this, when you’re a Poet, to go back through FIVE YEARS of poetry? It ain’t easy.

Essentially, I went through both of my divorces again, a few other encounters of loserville… and then some really stunning work. Pieces I’m proud of, things I had forgotten about.IMG_3797

That made me feel empowered. My first husband, the one I was actually married to for nearly a decade opposed to a month – he tossed off my game for a minute. Not because I miss him terribly, because he really stripped me of a sense of self worth for a few years. Nothing was good enough. I was never going to get published. There was no way we were going to get to New York City. (more…)

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