How does a poem begin?
For me, a poem begins on impulse. It’s become like an automatic or involuntary response, almost synaptic like a force of energy jumping across a void. This reaction often comes as a result of either being lost in some daydream or having paid attention to some detail, image, or moment, then parsing out that detail, image or moment into a pattern of language. This is language that finds form and accumulates as scrawl in my notebook, which is simultaneously etched somewhere in my cortical matter. Then the webs of neurons get to work. The excitement is to see where things go.
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