Étude for Writers (No. 2)
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When I write, I listen to music. Or, more correctly, when I listen to music, I write.
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Étude for Writers (No. 1)
It’s late at night again, and writing isn’t going well. I stare at the page and the page stares back at me.
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You’re never in repose, you see. Because you’re writing, or thinking about writing, or you have written, and now need sleep.
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When people confide in me that they don’t read poetry, that they are uncomfortable reading poetry, I smile and I nod. I smile and nod to the poetry-shy because my sense of poetry is…
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I crave books I love the way I crave certain foods. I will stop cold in the middle of a task during the day with a single line from a novel or poem…
Bathing in the Flames of the Fire I Built
One of the singular pleasures of my life is laying up in bed with the lamp on, reading a book. I’ll read anywhere I’m put. But my first instinct when I have a book…
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