Friday, March 11, 2016
On retreat 1
I spent the beginning of this week at my twice-annual retreat, just 30 minutes up the road but it might as well be hundreds of miles away. Something about your work table being 2 minutes away from your bed, and a lack of distractions makes those days quite productive, or at least that's the plan.
This year I repeated my usual approach of bringing paperwork: still working on my longtime series of book review haikus. I look through old New York Times arts sections, find review of art exhibits, and find haikus in the copy by identifying five- and seven-syllable phrases that put together, not only make nice poetry but faithfully reflect the opinion of the reviewer. Then I paste the haikus, plus a small picture from the review, into my two little notebooks.
I forgot to pack my tweezers, which are indispensable for picking up tiny bits of gluey paper and positioning them for pasting down. So after fumbling through a half-dozen poems pasting by hand, I decided to simply "write" the poems (the time-consuming part) and wait till I got home to paste them into the book.
I'll tell you about the rest of the retreat in my next post.