Guest post from our pal, Brian, on how one of my favorite poets of the 60s captured interstitial time to make art. —mdm
At the late late party after party we were talking about how you know if you're a writer. I suggested that actually writing routinely was the tip off. Then someone had a better idea: that writers are those who feel guilty about not writing.
A first-world problem, to be sure, but if you know any working writers, one of their most beloved hobby horses is that they just don't have time to write. Students, money, speaking engagements, lint, bacon, the Cubs, morning sex. So many things between them and great sentences.
Frank O'Hara didn't seem to have this problem. read more »