The Dredge Cycle

More by Way of Coincidence

Coin­ci­dence has been a huge force in writ­ing this book, from the project ori­gins to the end­less, almost freak­ish over­laps Pat and I share (was she best friends with my 10^th grade hon­ors Eng­lish teacher, when they two were but 21-​​​​year-​​​​old* pups at Yale? Tune in next week, same Dredge Time, same Dredge URL!) But what hap­pened last week­end may be hard to top for a while. A free­lance client, referred to me by the lovely Darby Phở­tos at the Har­wood Art Cen­ter, comes into…

Enter Insanity

Sat­ur­day I sat down with my edi­tor (Pat) and the cur­rent cut of the book. I spent the day tight­en­ing again, and couldn’t shake the sense that two poems which’ve been inte­gral for ages are no longer nec­es­sary. Tak­ing these out revealed some­thing dis­tress­ing: there’s actu­ally quite a lot miss­ing. Now, there should be a lot miss­ing. There are thou­sands of morn­ings and after­noons that didn’t become sto­ries; refuse, the truly banal process of grow­ing up. What’s miss­ing are key ele­ments in the emo­tional narrative.…