Lately I've had fun trying to take traditional poetic structures apart and/or manipulate them so the poem becomes a bit like a house I've built just to burn down. I don't know why, exactly, except I want the fire-licked outline of the house to stay standing, I guess, and it's a way to push the language to reach its full potential (before it completely collapses? Which it usually does?). I've got a lot of half-assed, lazy-girl sonnets laying around that I'm trying to think of more as grown up,...
Published on November 21, 2009 04:57