"To write this poem, I had to tell myself to lie still in the bed and listen for just the right line or word to come out of the air. I had to force myself because there were so many easy flippant wrong lines. But I had to be still and listen late at night or early in the morning. And then, still half asleep, get myself the proverbial pen and paper and write down my perception. Sometimes I would fall asleep at my desk and do this, too: Dream a line and snap myself into wakefulness. After I had all the lines, I needed to arrange them, not especially chronologically, but so as to both make sense and draw meaning and feeling. It took me several months to bring this poem to completion because I cared so much for the writing and for the person, which gave me both discouragement and stimulus." (WORKING NOTES, MARSHA CAMPBELL)

TO BE THAT AND TO BE NOT TO BE
KNOWN TO BE THAT


We laughed clear lake-water.
The mysterious depths were science-fiction.
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:: comment :: . . . there is really no one I read on the net like wood s lot . . . he scours sites (in this case my own) . . . locates a post then furthers the research creating a new nexus . . . which launches deeper and broader connections . . . a working master . . . thank you mark . . . to be read anyday, everyday . .

11:04:40 PM     comment []   . .    Open firefly