What
do you find most difficult about writing poetry?
I have admiringly read the interviews at Sachiko
Murakami’s The
Hardest Thing About Being a Writer, and don’t want to repeat
things that have already been so articulately discussed there. So first, I
would direct anyone that hasn’t already to visit and read. On top of these
things, for me, I struggle with patience (impatience), volume of projects, and
time. I’m learning to sit on my work, and learning that it tends to improve
when I do, but I’m also conscious of how long the first book took to write, and
trying to be at peace with seeing that I might not write too many (if I even
manage to write a second—the first feels like such a surprise now that it
exists, I’m not quite sure how it happened). I also always try to keep in mind
that the writing is just one small part of the community/continuum of small
press action and people that I consider myself lucky to be connected to. There
is a responsibility to be an engaged member of such communities as more than
just a writer—you need to contribute in other ways. Be a chapbook maker, or run
a reading series, or show up at readings and buy chapbooks, or research and
write literary histories, or be a bookseller, or write reviews, or do amazing
things like the CWILA count, or run magazines, or organize book fairs, etc.
etc. etc. You need to find and make space for your own writing, but you also
need to try to show up when you’re able and to do these other vital things. I
run a very modest chapbook operation, but one that still requires a fair bit of
time, and one that I feel like I never have enough time to even begin to make a
dent in the list of poets I want to publish. I’m really trying to actively
think about how much time I can give the press, and give my poetry, and find
some kind of balance with and between the non-poetry things in my life. I see
no way to write in isolation of these other things, and it is a negotiation I’m
trying to figure out on a daily basis.
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