I don't know who said it because in my exhausted stupor yesterday I copied a folder from my iMac to my Powerbook instead of the other way around and lost my notes from the conference , but someone (Can you help me out Jilly? Mary?) at West Chester said that meter was like a lover, an intimate partner in a poem's creation. That is a perfect description of my experience, and the reason I sometimes believe in the Muses. There's more than one, of course, and some of them are men, and some are not moved by meter.
I've got about 30 emails to write to people I met or met again in the last two weeks: many thank yous and exclamations of wonder, and a few arguments. I've bought far too many books, and today I received my copy of the Women in the Avant Garde CD from Narrow House Recordings. And I'm still utterly exhausted. I think it's early bed tonight.
8:08:55 PM
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