Just bumblin’ around the garden.
Stressed and sleepy. Moving is hard on cats. I feel pretty much the same.
I’m at the tail end of packing up my house for my move next week, and I finally took the stuff off my walls. I usually like to save this for nearly the last step, but I ran out of newspaper for packing up the kitchen so I moved on. It makes me uneasy to live in a place with nothing on the walls. When I move in somewhere, one of the first things I like to do is put up my art so it feels more permanent.
I feel like a ghost living in this apartment now.
I’m one of those people that likes everything to have its place in my home, and when I’m stressed I tidy up and dust things to make it all look like it’s ready for a photoshoot for one of those home magazines. But I’m currently sitting in the midst of half a dozen partially packed boxes, my former life stacked up all around me.
Like a really messy ghost.
I’m just really ready to get into my new place and on with my new life. I feel like I’m in a weird limbo where the only tasks in front of me include moving my belongings from one spot to another cardboard-surrounded spot or wiping down yet another surface. I’d like to just get settled already.
You have GOT to be kidding me with this, Nature. It’s April. Get your shit together and go back to spring.
Now that we’ve established that poetry is work, let’s move on to questions of productivity. How much should a poet produce, ideally? As much as one half-assed garden, planted by a person with a drinking problem, who did not read the directions on the seed-packets very closely. Elizabeth Bishop only ever wrote one poem, a villanelle about an elk breaking up with her (“The Elk Breaks Up with Me”), and if I may say so she did very well with it. Wallace Stevens only wrote five poems, and every one of them was insured for one million dollars, like a famous pair of legs. The greatest living poet, Nicolas Cage, continues to amaze us by never having written a poem at all. —
Patricia Lockwood is my hero. (via yourmonkeycalled)
Go read the rest of this. It only gets better.
Is the perfect time to watch the great 90s classic One Fine Day.
Want to hear something poetic? If you were standing on the Moon during the deepest times of the eclipse, from your view you’re seeing all the sunrises and sunsets on earth at that moment. — Lunar eclipse: On April 14 the Earth’s shadow swallows the Moon.