His "How I became a poet" was the first catch. Whose definition, why someone writes? It's a wound that needs healing. Let a poem be itself. Ya gotta be smart enough to ask what it wants to do. (What is this about instructive direction?) Poems don't care. They have a loving nature. "You never get it right on the first draft." Size 14 shoes as a boy. Today he wears comfortably broken walking shoes. Then New Hampshire, now Maine. "Rains then quick thaws that so transform the world." He read The Abandonment and I thought of Stafford reading I Had a Brother. Giving form to the darkness. Who said "God damns every time he is asked"? It. On Water. And a pantoum. Name that poet.
An unintended reference to question-and-answer relationships.
Begun experimentally, maintained sporadically, and focused personally.