Yesterday, I did not create a new poem, but I did take some notes. Perhaps tomorrow they will turn into something.
What I DID do on the poetry front was to share “The Death of Santa Claus” by Charles Webb with my classes. (As a follow-up to our Yevtushenko discussion the other day.) One class laughed, and the other just sat there. (Not sure what to make of that – is it possible that 13-year-olds still believe in Santa?)
I also headed to my favorite Chicagoland poetry venue to hear Anthony Madrid read from his book I Am Your Slave Now Do What I Say. He was an entertaining reader, and his humor and tone really helped me to make connections in some poems that I had struggled to connect with on the page. (A re-read will now be heard differently in my head, I think.) He was also open, funny, and gracious in casual discussion after the reading. A good night of poems, to be sure.