Anyway, what I guess I'm getting at is that I've noticed that these things are becoming the backdrop for my poems...that my usual themes are still intact, but that where once these themes played out in very natural and serene settings, now they take place in very dense spaces made up of this violence. The only problem with this, that I only recently discovered, is that I'm still trying to figure out how to negotiate these spaces. How to not lose voice inside them. How to not be as overwhelmed by them in my poems as I am in real life...or at least how to express that overwhelmed-ness in an artful and interesting way.
Now, I'm not going to pretend that I am alone in this, or even the first to address it, as I've read really good poems that manage to embody these ideas without being manipulated by them, i.e., Mathias Svalina's, "Play" poems, or the new Aase Berg collection, "With Deer" from Black Ocean. The problem with me though, is that soon I'll be moving back to Iowa where these daily horrors will once again become horrific and outside of the daily fabric, and therefore, outside the scope of my poems.
I think I'm going to write as much as I can everyday between now and June.
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