in that i forgot
That for someone else's spring break I was to road trip to Western Illinois. Galesburg it a three hour journey from Chicago and well worth every mile (as long as you only plan to stay a day or two). Now that I'm so close to where I did the first four years of higher education I go about once a season and write for hours on end. The first time I went back it struck me as odd how the body and pen seemed to remember where things had left off. I believe now that there is a muscle memory for geographies. In college I wrote short poems, with deeply confusing images, far too many adjectives on subjects that breed in the realm of ideas. It's no wonder that I spent those four years wondering why everyone kept asking me to "write more directly".
:)
I sent an e-mail to J'lyn last time I was there asking her opinion on this phenomenon. She agrees that we write consistently in varying states. I now have to take this into consideration as part of my profession, include gas to Galesburg or airline tickets to Boulder as tax writeoffs.
Sadly, aside from this blog and a few failed poems I have no voice for Chicago. My body doesn't yet know how to write here. Perhaps it will know on the pier.
Knox Prairie Burn 2007
Everything comes to me on the Pier...I hope it does the same for you my dear. love you madly...just don't walk out the door...=)
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