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High School Poetry Visits and Library Book Groups and Invisible Illness Impacts

Tonight is the first ever "Redmond Reads Poetry" book group meeting at the Redmond Library. I'm excited to try this out, but I have modest expectations for tonight's attendance. Although I love our first book pick, Kathleen Flenniken's Plume, and think it will be really fun for a Redmond techie-type crowd to talk about. Hopefully some folks come and we have a good time. It's been a long time since I've been in a poetry book club!

Monday I did a high school class visit at Redmond High, which I really enjoyed. Surprisingly, you might not believe me, but high school kids love Gluck. No joke, I have never had kids not love poems from Louise Gluck's Meadowlands (the first poetry reading I took my then-seventeen-year-old little brother to was Louise Gluck when she was touring for Meadowlands, and he still has a signed copy of her book.) "Telemachus' Detachment" has got to be one of the best teen poems ever. We also read some Lucille Clifton, and a poem from Becoming the Villainess and She Returns to the Floating World. The students were really attentive, they laughed in the right places during the class, they were excited to talk about their latest comic book/video game loves, they wrote really good persona poems and then actually spontaneously clapped at each other's readings of the exercise poems. One in particular I remember was a young man's poem in the voice of a supervillain, which seemed to be a revenge poem but turned into a really touching meditation on mortality. The kind of poem I wish I had written! The teacher was also enthusiastic and great to work with."Oh my God," my husband said when he picked me up outside the school, "I'm on the set of Degrassi." It is a school full of bright, articulate, telegenic teens. They asked me really interesting and thoughtful questions, like, "Was getting the MFA worth it, or was it mostly stuff you could have done on my own?" And after I answered the standard answer, that the MFA gives you discipline and encouragement and the benefit of experienced mentors, and they followed up with: "And it's really hard to get poetry mentorship outside of a graduate program, right?" I said: "Not a day goes by I don't wonder about that myself!" No, I didn't, but I thought it loudly. They already knew about the youth programs at our local literary center, Hugo House, and about Poet's Market. They were sure more aware of the writing "game" than I was at seventeen or eighteen.

I have to admit that I think the Poet Laureate work has been taking a bit of a toll on my health, I seem to have a never-ending flu (for about a month I've been running 101 fever and waking up coughing in the middle of the night almost every night) and some new migraine/heart stuff I've never had before. It's always an internal argument with me; my physical, emotional, and mental energies aren't exactly at the same levels, and I need to decide what's worth the physical energy output, how protective I need to be. This is difficult to talk about in a public forum (anyone with "invisible" health problems like autoimmune or bleeding disorders or rheumatoid arthritis or allergies or MS or etc already knows this, because you look "fine") but I think it's worth discussing because a lot of writers have health problems that limit what they're able to do physically. In fact, Christian Wiman recently wrote a really touching essay recently on his cancer, about having kids and having faith/hope in the face on an incurable and increasingly debilitating disease. I'm learning more - as scientists research more - about some of my genetic conditions, like for instance, with PAI-1 deficiency, a chronic low level of plasminogen may lead to increased inflammation, which may be the root cause of some of these never-ending illnesses and joint problems (although it does seem to decrease my risk of diabetes, at least, in rats.) I may be oversharing, but then again, I want to be honest about the chronic health issues and how that impacts my life as a writer, working, family life, even minor things like not being able to travel to AWP every year because sometimes I end up in the hospital with flu, or have to cancel readings. And I have to be aware of how much I take on, how many social engagements I make, how often I shake hands with children (whom I love, but who are, how shall I put this, terrific vectors for all things infectious.) It puts limitations on a life I wish could be lived without limitation. Then again, if I hadn't gotten ill, chances are I would probably have decided to become a doctor, or at least remained an upper-to-mid-level manager at a tech company, instead of a poet. The enforced time of rest, of required disengagement from ninety-hour work weeks, meant I have had time to write for the past seven or so years, time to write, in fact, several books and attend a low-res MFA program (as discussed above) and spend time sending out poems - time I might not have had if I was totally healthy, time I might have seen as extravagance I couldn't afford. Anyway, I just have to make decisions based on the information and health levels I have at the time, and adjust as I go. I look forward to things - like celebrating my fortieth birthday (and hopefully, a third book) next year. Making new friends. Having a positive impact on my community when I can, and maybe even creating, you know, art that makes a difference.

Five Questions with Washington State Poet Laureate Kathleen Flenniken and Autumnal Doldrums

First of all:
A short interview with Washington State Poet Laureate Kathleen Flenniken is now up at my Redmond Poet Laureate Blog here:
http://redmondpoetry.blogspot.com/2012/10/five-questions-with-washington-state.html
Go read all about Kathleen and her new book, Plume (which I reviewed a little while ago for The Rumpus...) as well as her duties as a State Poet Laureate. It's very inspiring!

So, I've been in a serious case of autumnal discouragement, which is odd, because usually September and October are my GO! times, when I'm full of energy and ready to move forward. Part of this has been because of some difficulties at work, some discouragement with the poetry world in general (so much work, so little reward...I know I've been doing this for over ten years now, but sometimes writing the checks and submission packets over and over and doing the balance sheets...) and the many little things like cars breaking down, encounters with unpleasant humans doing unpleasant things, long cases of unremitting flu, then the cell phone and refrigerator breaking - I mean, none of these things are tragedies, but all taken together, they certainly have taken the wind out of my normally (I think) perky sails.

The weird thing is that a lot of my friends have reported similar feelings. I mean, we are in the middle of a pretty darn terrible economy, the worst and longest I've ever lived through, and that financial woe can be wearing. The elections this year also seem tinged with ill-will and weariness (although I just filled my voter sheet out and felt very American and empowered.) The poetry world is full of stories of presses and magazines folding, universities cutting back, grants shrinking and opportunities overall less frequent. I mean, I still enjoy reading poetry as much as ever, but my own writing has definitely suffered in terms of time and energy in the wake of all the Poet Laureate work, and sometimes I feel like I'm making Herculean effort and ending up with very little to show for it. Is that a poet's world, after all? Karen Weyant talked on her blog about starting to write short stories, and I admit that I too have been dabbling in prose, flash fiction and essays and non-poetry-book reviews, etc. The question I keep coming back to is: in the current world, is anyone paying attention to poetry? Should we keep at it or try to get our art out in a different medium? The current Poets & Writers talks about the future of poetry. I do believe in a future for poetry, but I'll admit I'm not sure at this point what it looks like. Twitter haikus and e-books and textual poetry on Tumblr?

Monday I'm visiting a local high school to talk to kids about poetry, and then Wednesday running a book group at Redmond Library to talk about Kathleen's fantastic Plume. I better get my energy up!

If you're a poet and feeling discouraged, leave a comment! We should at least try to cheer each other on, right? I hope it's okay to talk on the blog a little about the bad times as well as the good. At least it's honest.

What I've Been up To...

What I have been up to, you ask, since I last posted.

1. I missed a really cool reading in San Francisco called "Flight of Poets" where I had a wine matched to my poetry and everything. The broken-down car, still non-working cell phone and a new nasty flu were all contributors to this sad missing of a great reading, along with being broke because of said broken-down car. (But this week is basically the Carnivale of poetry down in San Francisco, with events almost every night. It's a great time to visit the Bay area, the time of LitQuake, if you can ever plan a trip like that for fun - it's an every year occurrence.)

2. During fever-induced hallucinations (first a respiratory flu, then a stomach flu - pleasant, no?) dreaming of getting a job that pays me more than 10K a year. Any job. And also, not being too sick to work said job. Then being able to pay off not only things like broken cars but also student loans, described in my last post.

3. Got published in the really beautiful new speculative magazine Phantom Drift. They included a little check for my poem (from the Robot Scientist Daughter series) too (thanks guys!) It is really like an old-fashioned literary magazine, with heavy, glossy covers and artwork, lovely printing. Check it out if you're into "fabulism." I'm in "Issue 2."

4. Speaking of fun poetry, check out my review, just posted at The Rumpus, of Juliana Gray's book Roleplay.  Zombie poems, odes to Nancy Drew, the kind of poetry that is right up my alley.

Career Advice for Young Poets

Is there such a thing as career advice for poets? I'm reading The 6.5 Habits of Moderately Effective Poets by Jeffrey Skinner and wondering if there is such a thing as useful advice for young poets. What could I at 39 have told myself at 25 that would be helpful? One professor at that age told me not to go into debt to get an MFA; in general, good advice for most, but if I had followed that advice, I just would never have gotten an MFA, because low-res programs, while more flexible for folks with families/jobs/health issues/people who live in isolated areas - in short, for everyone is who isn't a single 25 year old unemployed person ready to move across country for the right scholarship - they aren't cheap and definitely most of them aren't fully funded. Was it worth it for me to get that degree, to get to work with great writers, to force myself to think of myself as "a writer" again after years as a corporate middle manager? Sure, I now have some student loans to worry about, and you know what? I have never made the kind of money as a poet, freelance writer, adjunct, or government-sponsored-arts-contractor (which I think my current position might fall under the heading of) that I did as a corporate middle manager that might enable me to make student loan payments easily. I don't think the answer is straight-forward. A young female college student at my reading asked me about how to "be a poet," how to "get published." I mean, where, these days, do we start? I usually tell young people - or older people new to writing - to start with The Poet's Market, where I started when I was nineteen, to read all about "the poetry business stuff" - writing cover letters, researching the literary magazines before you send to them, trying to get a local group of writers together to critique each other's work and encourage each other. I tell the to read other poets, to read contemporary poetry especially people their own age, to read the people winning the Pulitzer prizes, to read the writers publishing around them. But what really can you tell someone just starting out? Would I tell myself at 25 to forget about it, that the work is mostly hard and lonely and unrewarding in the deepest possible sort of ways sometimes, that the audiences for poetry are sometimes hard to find, that being a poet is sort of like being a maker of medieval armor, in that there are very few specialists around to appreciate it even when your work is good? That a lot of the work is writing when no one tells you to and stuffing your work into envelopes (or submitting via online databases, somehow even more dehumanizing) and sending it out knowing that most of it will come back with barely any kind of acknowledgement? How to keep going in the face of that? That writing a book of poetry is hard work, that publishing a book of poetry is even harder work and that selling a book of poetry is harder still. This is not exactly sounding like an Oprah-esque you can do it speech, is it? You can always self-publish, I tell people, it's getting easier every day. I don't know what the answer is. What would you tell your imaginary 25-year-old self about being a poet? Writing is its own reward? Revising is as important as inspiration? That publishing is as much about persistence as it is about anything else?

Oh yes, and the most important thing: be yourself, for God's sake. Embrace your own weird self and celebrate it. Write the way you talk, think in your poems the way you think inside your head, and display your own soul because that way, someone else might pick it up and say, "This is exactly how I feel." You never know. And at least you won't be derivative. As an editor, I would much rather read poems about driving a big rig or your enthusiasm about playing D&D or your interesting collection of spiders than another poem about a New England barn in the snow. Unless you grew up in a New England barn in the snow, in which case, I probably have very little in common with you anyhow. 

I think now that some advice might have sped things up for me - someone to tell me, for instance, about the different schools of aesthetics for poetry, how Fence was different than Prairie Schooner and what the heck was the school of Quietude compared to Flarf, how poets from New York might differ from poets in LA, to patiently explain that sometimes a helpful rejection note from a good journal is better than an acceptance from a mediocre one, not to rush or worry too much, to just write and do the work, that some magazines are a waste of time because they are only publishing their friends - a closed system - and which ones those were. One really useful thing was a group of friends I used to have that brought in literary magazines I had never heard of and printed out sheets about obscure grant opportunities that we would share and discuss. The blog world of poets - almost eight or nine years ago - was tremendously helpful, as poets then would share the minutia of their lives - the way Kim Addonzio fumed about a bad review or Aimee Nezhukumatathil posted about her little dog or how Paul Guest searched for a job or Eduardo Corral wondered whether he should hold out for certain contests for another year - see what you guys missed out on before those guys got famous and blogs were left behind? About so-and-so's NEA application woes and so-and-so's trip to Yaddo or Macdowell. You would learn all kinds of things, you could share the same kinds of rarified weird problems. It was a different kind of world than the one-sentence brevity of Facebook or twitter. So I'm hoping this post might be helpful to someone just starting out, that people might comment with the most helpful advice they had as young writers, that we could reach out to a real community and provide some kind of springboard for new poets.

Things I Learned from my first big Public Event as Poet Laureate

Thanks to everyone who came out for the Inaugural Poet Laureate reading, yesterday. I've got some pics but they're all from before the reading, because once it started, no one had time to mess around with the camera. Here are some things I learned:

--There are a ton of precocious smart kids in Redmond who are interested in technology and poetry.  It gives me hope for the future. Sample quote from a ten-year-old: "My friends and I get together to write poetry together after our regular classes, but I was wondering if there was a way to bring technology and poetry together?" Yes.

--You have to do way more PR than you think (we had posters, an article in the local paper, I posted about it on Facebook, twitter and blogs) but eventually people will find out about stuff. The audience that I was hoping to reach out to - people I didn't know who were interested in poetry and the arts in Redmond - came. College students, young adults, parents with kids...they were all people I didn't know who were very interested in poetry. Once again, it made me feel happy! The crowd actually cheered when I talked about removing the barrier between "technology and math people" and "Poetry people." And asked for "Poetry for Geeks" t-shirts. Huh. Maybe I've started a trend?

--I was very thankful for my friends and loved ones who came and helped out with the event. There is no way an event like that can be successful without, say, a husband who helps sell books, a friend who pours drinks, etc. I'm a pretty good people-person, but after the reading I was overwhelmed just trying to talk to folks and sign books (I hope I was coherent!) so I was really grateful for the support.(Thanks especially to my husband Glenn and my friend Annette Spaulding-Convy, pictured below)

--I thought the combination of art and poetry went really well. People were interested in buying Michaela's art and the SecondStory theater kept part of her art up as a several-week-long exhibition. We had an art show behind me on a big screen while I was reading, one sketch for each poem, and I think it helped keep people engaged. People specifically asked to be told about buying future books, and asked if they would have art in them! So that's good! (Michaela and I pictured below - I'm only frowning because the sun was in my eyes, not because I wasn't happy!)


--This event came at the end of a really stressful week for me, but those bad things didn't ruin the reading. It's good to remind ourselves that even though things might seem not that great leading up to event...the event will probably still be fine. Although now I would like to sleep for a week. It was a little like planning a wedding - with more of a performance aspect. So, I'm happy we did it, and happy it's over, if you know what I mean.

My Inaugural Reading Tomorrow at SecondStory, A Story at Redmond Reporter and My Week of Unfortunate Events

If you are out on the East side and looking for something to do on Saturday afternoon, be sure to come by at 4 PM at SecondStory Repertory at the Redmond Town Center. I hear the new Redmond Poet Laureate is going to be reading for her Inaugural Poetry Reading and Party with an interactive art show by Michaela Eaves! (It's similar to a laser show at a rock concert, but, you know, with poetry and art instead of lasers and rock music.) 20 minutes of poetry, followed by an hour of art and reception fun!
I've put together a good setlist of geeky poetry, appropriate for our techie-type community and my current Poet Laureate slogan (art work, of course, courtesy of Michaela as well,) there will be free snacks and drinks, and you will get to meet and mingle will all the artistic types on the East side and beyond! I promise you will have more fun than the usual poetry reading!

The Redmond Reporter kindly did an interview and article about the event and my goals as Poet Laureate here: http://www.redmond-reporter.com/entertainment/172850521.html
Thanks to Samantha Pak who wrote the article and did the interview!

Now, the last week, during which I've been trying to put together the above event, has been a little trying. It started when I knocked one of my front teeth loose, leading to emergency dental work. On the way home from the dental work, my cell phone died for good - right at the same second that our car, full of groceries, shut down unexpectedly - as in, everything turned off all at once - on the highway, forcing us to pull off and contemplate our lack of warranties or triple A service (our other roadside assistance program had, to our surprise, expired sometime during the last few months - along with our warranty.) All of this has led to a great deal of unexpected outlay of cash (Many dollars out of our budget, which was already stretched thin with the new townhouse and student loan payments) so we are now dead broke with a broken car and a broken cell phone a day before my very first official Poet Laureate event. Yay! (?)

I promise I have been trying to see the silver lining in the last few weeks' events, which now include food poisioning, a concussion, a severely ailing-and-expensive car, I think I might have re-sprained my ankle again yesterday along with my jaw (emergency dental work not good for TMJ, note to self),,,on the plus side, the Northwest is having some beautiful sunny weather.
If you would like to send some positive energy, prayers, alien laser blasts, or anything else my way, I could definitely use it. For tomorrow and for general luck.

Countdown to the Inaugural Reading and the New Poet's Market

The Redmond Reporter ran an article today about my upcoming Inaugural Poet Laureate Reading this Saturday...
http://www.redmond-reporter.com/entertainment/172142351.html
Sounds like fun, right?! Here's the set up for Saturday, October 6th - a quick poetry reading by the new Poet Laureate (me!) with interactive video art show from 4:00-4:40, then Q&A, reception with wine and cheese and nuts and other fun stuff where you can wander around SecondStory Repertory looking at Michaela's beautiful art collection curated for geeks (ie geek-friendly paintings of zombies, mermaids and foxes!) Feel free to hang out, ask questions, etc til 6 PM!

What would you set up for an introductory reading for the community if you had no budget limit? Would you have art? A band? a short opera? a rave? I'm super nervous about people coming to Saturday's event so I hope you will come and bring friends, especially the kind of friends who have always been scared of poetry (most of the poetry will be youth-friendly, FYI.)

I picked up the new 2013 Poet's Marketand really enjoyed Kelly Davio's article on how to get out of the slush pile, Diane Lockward's article on how to build an audience, and I might be in there too, though the article on chapbooks is slightly outdated, sorry! (Pudding House Press is out of business now, for instance, so don't send there!)
One thing I noticed about the newest version of Poet's Market is how much good solid introduction to poetry writing and submitting there is now, and how that makes it a great gift for the aspiring poet in your life! This year was the first year they also included original poetry, an interesting choice. I'm looking forward to paging through it at more length soon!

Cough, cough...so, what does a city Poet Laureate do?

Cough cough. My asthma combined with a bronchitis and sinus infection have conspired to keep me at home with my inhaler and antiboitics, so I thought this would be a good time to post on a subject that, well, I've been asked about a lot since I became Redmond's Poet Laureate. What exactly does a Poet Laureate of a city actually  do?

There was a bit of a dustup recently when LA announced they would pony up 10K for a city Poet Laureate. Predictably, some folks grumbled that a city as low in funds as LA was just throwing money away at the arts, and other people defended the decision.

So let me tell you what I've done this week for my Poet Laureate job, despite being laid low by my upper respiratory infection:
--Scheduled a high school class visit
--Solicited donations of food and drink for my October 6th Inaugural Reading, Art Exhibit and Reception at SecondStory Reperatory Theater. (Believe me, my budget does not stretch to a lot of extra food and drink, so every little donation helps.
--Talked to a neighboring city's council member about how they might start a Poet Laureate Program.
--Set up and post on social media (twitter account and blog posting)
--Had my husband put up posters around town about our quarterly events (the Inaugural reading, a library reading program and book group, and a talk on social media and e-publishing for poets, so far.)
--E-mailed back and forth with Redmond's Arts Council members about such things as the PR, payment, and details about planning next quarter's events.
--E-mailed back and forth about setting up a teen workshop at the local Teen Center next quarter.
--Met with artist Michaela Eaves to go over the art exhibit content and planning.
--E-mailed with local librarian contact about getting more copies of our "Redmond Reads Poetry" first quarter book choice.

So you see, nothing earth-shattering, but lots of little things, planning, trying to get folks together in the name of the arts.  (And all while periodically going to the doctor, sucking on my inhaler, and manically gulping hot drinks with honey and soup! I am like a sickly superwoman!) Some weeks are harder - like, when I was asked by a local group to judge a limerick contest(don't ask), or when I had to present a budget plan to city council.
So, is it important that a city devote a bit of their monetary resources to someone who cares about getting more poetry into schools, libraries, and the community? I think it is. But what do you think? What would you do if you were Poet Laureate of your city?

When is a Reading Worth Doing, Artist Collaborations, and Thanks to Rose Red Review

The question for poets when invited to read is often, "How do I know this reading is worth doing?"

You never know, and there are considerations in terms of costs, time, gas, energy, even our health, all the expenditures writers must make to do a reading. Recently, for instance, I drove an hour and a half to an obscure town with an audience of eight people, none of whom bought books or made any kind of enthusiastic response to the reading. So that felt like a huge waste of time and gas money (and of course, because I am a poet and not an automaton, came with those feelings of "why am I even a writer, no one likes my work, etc." )

But last night's reading at A Grape Choice with Northwest Bookfest, happily, was not that kind of reading. I have had a head cold all week, the kind that just keeps you in bed but keeps you from sleeping, if you know the type, and was actually thinking of calling the organizer and telling him I couldn't go, but at the last minute decided to tough it out and do the reading. All the other readers were older men, slam poets mostly, and I was the only female (the other female reader did cancel. Maybe she had my head cold?) The venue was charming - a wine bar on the edge of the water in Kirkland - and it was packed. (I found out later the owner of the bar was a Kirkland Arts Council member.) The mayor of Kirkland showed up for the reading. I had a sore throat, there was no microphone, and the guys who read before me were definitely, let's say, in a different vein that the kind of poetry I usually read. And several toddlers (at a bar?) near the reading area made a ton of noise the whole time I read, which is bad for me because I don't have a big voice to begin with. But the audience was wonderful. Afterwards, women hugged me, whispered secrets in my ear, and cried. Men cheered. I sold a few books, which was nice. But even better was the feeling that - and maybe some of this was the wine - that people had actually connected with my work. Most of the folks there weren't poets - in fact, the couple we shared our table with ended up being our down-the-street neighbors! Those are the times that readings feel worth doing. The moon was bright orange in the sky over the water as I left, happy, even more sore-throated, and exhausted, but happy I had pushed myself to go.

And I got the good news from Rose Red Review that they had nominated my poem "The Little Mermaid Loses Her Voice" for "Best of the Net" while I was at the reading. Thanks Rose Red Review! I really enjoyed the other nominated poems as well.

Today I spent the day with artist Michaela Eaves planning and collaborating for our October 6th Inaugural Reading/Art Exhibit. She's doing an interactive art display on a screen during my reading that syncs up her art work to the different poems I'll be reading, plus a conventional hanging of her work around the SecondStory Repertory theatre. We talked about introductions, wine, cupcakes, and other things that make readings great. I think it's going to be a really good time. But I'll admit I'm nervous about my first Redmond Poet Laureate reading! I hope it will be the fun kind of reading, not the other kind. Maybe the wine will help?

What do you think makes a reading work? What are the most important elements? And which are under a poet's control, anyway? How do you know when to say yes to a reading? For me, it's a combination of liking my fellow readers, liking the person that invited me, liking the venue - or, for me, and this is a risk - trying places I've never read before. Success at a poetry reading means more than book sales - it can mean finding a new poet's work to love, making a new friend, or discovering a new venue you might ever have visited otherwise. But the simplest answer to "What makes a reading worthwhile" is "Did your work connect to a new reader? If so, then yes."

San Juan Island Interlude, Aimee Mann and Poetry Wisdom, Northwest Bookfest Reading

Thanks to Seattle Met for calling out our very fun poetry reading  in Kirkland wine bar The Grape Choice (7 PM on Saturday September 22nd) that we're doing for Northwest Bookfest as one of the Bookfest's highlights! Readers will include David D. Horowitz, Greg Bee, R.R. Seitz, Jeannine Hall Gailey, and Jack McCarthy. Wine does make poetry better, they say.

Just got back from a weekend away from the television, the internet, and cell phone service in San Juan Island, communing with seals, porpoises and eagles (and even baby alpacas, camels, and black foxes.) This time, we happened to have nice weather all three days and even though I was slightly unable to hike thanks to the usual ankle issues we were, surprisingly, able to visit all the good stuff: American camp with its hares and foxes, English camp with slap-happy barking seals, the alpaca farm and lavender farm, watching sunset from Lime Kiln Point while schools of porpoises hopped around the horizon. The time away allowed me to finish the Seattle-based farce of wound-too-tight mommy-and-former-architect Bernadette, in "Where'd You Go, Bernadette" by Maria Semple. Though, in my opinion, the book got a couple of things wrong about Microsoft, Seattle, etc...the main tenet, that artists who don't create become menaces, could be true. I note that when I am forced into a world of less fulfilling practices (say, a lot of doctor appointments, long meetings, and spreadsheets/forms/taxes) I become, let's say, more grouchy, less sunny-poetry-girl. Lately I have been thinking of ways to live, not to be too Oprah-esque, a more fulfilling, authentic life - how to enjoy life more, spend more time with people who improve our hearts/minds/etc, and, in the poetry world, less time worrying and doing unproductive, stress-inducing stuff. You know, more baby alpacas and beach combing, less traffic, bureaucracy, and BS.

  To segue, I read an interesting interview today with one of my musical heroines, Aimee Mann, who is releasing a new album called Charmers. The interview (click here to read) focuses on something many poets will understand, "The perils of publishing something no one wants to buy." When we go to unpaid readings with a blank audience where no one buys a book...or a treasured book project gets sunk by unforeseen circumstances, or you bring out a book and no one notices...it can feel like a futile mission, being a poet. My favorite quote from the interview is Aimee's response to why release an album: "It’s probably as simple as, “Well, this is what I do, so I should just do it.” You have to take a leap of faith." Not only does a fulfilled life as an artist involve continuing to create, it involves continuously telling ourselves that our work is worth doing in a world that tells us it isn't.
No one will ever force you to write a poem, paint a picture, or try to live a better, happier life. Guilt, strife, anger and sadness abound, and believe me, there will always be someone asking for your time, money, and energy. You are the one who has to take steps to be saner, more joyous, to appreciate the things around you and embrace the creator inside you, not the destroyer.