That these days, when I finish a poem, I no longer even want to mail it off to someone in a fit of euphoria and madness.
That I actually print poems out and leave them lying around so that I can pick them up by chance and look at how they look and sound elsewhere than on a screen.
That sometimes - though still not often enough - I can bring myself to take apart a promissing poem completely in order to make it better. It still gives me the shudders but I know I'm capable of it, where earlier I would try to tinker and fix but never - never - entirely do it over.
That I actually print poems out and leave them lying around so that I can pick them up by chance and look at how they look and sound elsewhere than on a screen.
That sometimes - though still not often enough - I can bring myself to take apart a promissing poem completely in order to make it better. It still gives me the shudders but I know I'm capable of it, where earlier I would try to tinker and fix but never - never - entirely do it over.
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Point #3. I wish I knew that in high school. My masterpieces on the teenage experience might have improved, if only a little.
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