Well, yours is Ellen Bass dot com, and I recommend everybody go there and listen to you read, and to see the many, many books you've written. And for some reason, I expect a poet to be really good at this. The Book for Gay, Lesbian, and Bisexual Youth – and Their Allies. At this point, you had a successful career, you were doing well. We're all dangling from that vine.
Jericho mentioned to me once that he's always fitting poems into a manuscript and thinking about their relationship to one another. I probably encountered some gender discrimination, but I can't remember any of it now. Hysterical, I guess you'd call it. A Year of Being Here: Ellen Bass: "The Thing Is. But beyond that it was really quite difficult to figure out where they should go. We have access to all your books. And I guess my question is, how much of a lens do you think we need to supply as a poet for someone else to be invited into our work? Those are the things I have to work with.
I have the illustration, but I don't know what I'm arguing. And thanks for listening. So, as we start to wrap this up, let's just talk a little bit about being online.
I mean, you can say to somebody, "Oh, you should read this poem about the pork chop, " but I can't paraphrase the poem because the words are exactly as close as we can get them, to saying something that you really can't just say right out. The father and other women in the camp held her, bathed her. Marion: So, what does that do for us, as humans, to live so hard by each individual word, do you think? And let's talk about the choices that go into writing topics. Three poems from Indigo by Ellen Bass | Women's Voices For Change. Suddenly, not just in this group, but in various groups, women started telling me about their experience. What's the process that you-. The Buddhist story Bass cites offers some interesting food for thought.
And my maternal grandparents both escaped pogroms in Lithuania. Ellen: Oh, that would be so much fun. And I knew how to listen. And so, the need to connect with my community, and with other communities, has always been there for me. I could tell that you did. He was too young to walk all the way to the port, so sometimes he walked and sometimes his mother or his brother carried him. And I think, yes, Annie Dillard said, I'm going to not get the exact words here, but she said that everyone loves the same things best. Be sure to sashay on over to check out the full menu of poetic goodness being served up in the blogosphere. And I feel a lot of freedom and remarkable excess when I'm writing my first draft. Poetry informs us in our lives and in our writing. Ellen Bass tells us how. It usually takes me a long time to complete a poem, and sometimes I have worked on a piece for years, and all it needs is an ending, a last line or two. Not like my dead ex-husband, who was always. As for the excavation and transcribing, it took me 40 years to write this poem. And now there's everything that we can't talk about. Sometimes it just needs, as you say, another line or two, and sometimes it needs its whole engine rebuilt.
This image, and the words "Rock Me, " seem significant as representations of how we might choose to decorate and individuate our lives. Photograph: Detail from "Elderly Woman Holding Hands to Face, " by Image 100 (originally color). I started to faint so I had to crawl. So, the care with which I cook it, with which I make sure I use every little part of it, is really different. Her most recent book, Not into the Blossoms and Not into the Air, won the New Measure Poetry Prize, selected by Marianne Boruch (Free Verse Editions/Parlor Press, 2019), and the 2019 New Mexico-Arizona Book Award for both New Mexico Poetry and Best New Mexico Book. I also identify as bisexual, even though I'm in a 38-year monogamous relationship. Ellen bass the thing is currently. The other selfish thing is that I am in a role where I feel competent. In college, I was just crazy about my friend, Beverly, who I've been best friends with for 53 years. She's a chancellor of the Academy of American Poets. I didn't want to appropriate what Janet was experiencing.
So they are nine years apart. It's a kind of obsession. But you don't move around in other forms much. Before my breasts swelled like wind-filled sails. Whereas, if you just read something that talks about it without using metaphorical language, then the brain, that part of the brain doesn't light up.
So, let's talk a little bit about process, write from scratch, in the moment. What appellation approaches the smell of apricots thickening the air. Do you want to talk about the different ways you work on these? Running your fingers, tenderly, through someone's hair? Something has tried to kill me. What do you do to study poetry yourself?
Elizabeth Jacobson was the fifth poet laureate of Santa Fe, New Mexico and an Academy of American Poets 2020 Poets Laureate Fellow. Starshine and clay, my one hand holding tight. Even though they all might say different things, may completely disagree with each other, hearing what they have to say helps me know what I think. Because I'd been pushing too many hours. Ellen: All of those things.
It just sounded like my sad birth story. I think all structures, including the ones that are fairly invisible (of course each poem itself is a structure, but I mean any additional structure within that), gives you a way to talk about something without just saying "this is what happens. "The Small Country" opens in the wide universe, exploring world languages and searching for tangible words to represent intangible feelings and ideas, mostly ones we can all relate to. My son makes fun of me, he can't keep the names straight, who was who. So is revision for you mostly cutting or changing? I am a huge believer in it, of the need to be available. It is a kind of mental marathon for me, but I feel very good about the order of Indigo. "How would you, Ellen, answer this question now, a year into the pandemic, a year deeper into the fact of climate change, and considering the recent birth of your first grandchild? Elizabeth Jacobson: What a great anecdote!