This weekend I read in a regional literary festival. My panel went really well, each of us read different kinds of poems, and we all were good, which let me tell you does not always happen. And none of us had poetry voice.
Then I skipped three panels and two readings.
What? Why would you avoid this poetry festival held just about in your very own backyard? Well, I like to blame it on the poets. You see, one of my very dear poetry friends came to visit. I see her periodically in poetry circles, but it had been so long since we could really talk. It’s like seeing your sister in a crowd without having time to talk about all the shit you need to talk about.
And with three sisters, I don’t use that word lightly.
Then I read a bunch of Anna Akhmatova, which I wouldn’t have otherwise done. And then I made Vietnamese pork salad a la Vietnamese pork salad I ate two days a row at AWP (it would have been three days in a row if my college friends hadn’t invited me out on the third day). Recipe to follow if I get any encouragement.
What do you skip?