It's exam week here, so there's been lots and lots of grading in my life. But it's the final day today, and I'm no longer behind in my self-imposed grading schedule, so all that's left are the exams from my honors section of American literature that I'll grade this afternoon. Then the party at the Headmaster's house this evening (which I'm looking forward to), and then the break (which I'm really looking forward to).
I've been working on a short collection, one that I hope to finish over the break. While my last such group of poems--Springtime Sea Bathing--relies (sometimes implicitly) on a narrative for its organization, this one has more of a conceptual center.
At the moment, I have a half dozen poems finished or in the works, including one sestina (I have a fondness, a weakness for sestinas). The poem I've been spending a lot of time with over the last few days is turning into a sprawling thing, already long compared to what I often write and not yet approaching a conclusion.
I guess that's what I get for reading lots of Ginsberg during the last month.
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