Sometimes I get frustrated with your adulation and I think some things I'd rather not be too explicit about and then I read Bob's poem, and boy am I wrong.
In the world of road construction we would get laid off every winter. Time to read and write again. Things would get a little tight come April, when the asphalt plants opened back up, and we’d wait for that call, wondering if we had fallen out of favor. The family was thankful when the call finally came, sometimes late, as if, letting us know we’re all expendable. The way of the world. The speaker in the poem demonstrates a compassion that most learn to overlook, if they had any to begin with. Great poem. A lot of paths to contemplate here, which is the mark of something good.
I read Bob Hicok’s interview with you Karan again yesterday, and I find it endearing that there’s a symbiotic relationship between you two. The humble older poet thinking the younger adoring poet is quite insane for thinking him a genius.
Here is one reader (me) who thinks both of you are pretty damn great. I just started reading Water Look Away on epub, and I’m floored by its emotion. A few of its poems already haunt me.
Sometimes I get frustrated with your adulation and I think some things I'd rather not be too explicit about and then I read Bob's poem, and boy am I wrong.
What a great and vulnerable and honest comment.
I’m so moved by this exchange! Thank you.
Thanks, Corie! So glad to see your name in this space. <3
In the world of road construction we would get laid off every winter. Time to read and write again. Things would get a little tight come April, when the asphalt plants opened back up, and we’d wait for that call, wondering if we had fallen out of favor. The family was thankful when the call finally came, sometimes late, as if, letting us know we’re all expendable. The way of the world. The speaker in the poem demonstrates a compassion that most learn to overlook, if they had any to begin with. Great poem. A lot of paths to contemplate here, which is the mark of something good.
I read Bob Hicok’s interview with you Karan again yesterday, and I find it endearing that there’s a symbiotic relationship between you two. The humble older poet thinking the younger adoring poet is quite insane for thinking him a genius.
Here is one reader (me) who thinks both of you are pretty damn great. I just started reading Water Look Away on epub, and I’m floored by its emotion. A few of its poems already haunt me.