ShaiHuludKitty, NYC Subway Car at Sunset, 2019
“As of today, March 26, 2021, I no longer know how to write a poem. I have no idea how I wrote the poems in this book.In some ways, this state of unknowing is exciting. A poetry teacher of mine once said, quoting the poet Muriel Rukeyser, ‘You need only be a scarecrow for poems to land on.’ Perhaps, then, my amnesia as to how I made these poems indicates that I’ve been, at times, a scarecrow: a landing place, a vessel, a channel for poems. I like that. To me, it seems preferable to be a channel than what I usually am: a self-will-er, a scrambler, a filler of holes, a looker in ‘glittery shitdoors’ for love (as I note in the poem ‘Man’s Search for Meaning’). ...”
Muriel Rukeyser
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