Nostalgia |
When I finish a poem I have a good sense of whether it's strong or not --- not so with prose. This essay takes my poem "Sunday Afternoon Retrospect" as a jumping off point and then moves into a mediation on the nature of nostalgia. There's a double-edged sword when it comes to describing the past. I tried to be honest about both sides of memory --- the part where we want to lick the bowl of homemade cookie batter and the other --- where perhaps there is a fist or a hand licking us.
I'll post the piece here as soon as TLR publishes the link. But for now I want to celebrate a bit.
Let's celebrate! |
Looking forward to the essay. Nostalgia seems full of possibilities.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much; I'll raise my wine glass to you!
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