like the [long] eighteenth century, I did a lot of writing and revising for a reading Monday. We also held a Parallel Octave session where, for the first time, we discovered a poem that seems to “want” to be spoken in unison all the way throughout (Hart Crane’s “My Grandmother’s Love Letters.”)
The reading itself was very good. I read a revision of a new poem and a revision of an old one, a very emotional one, that I hadn’t shared with anyone in over a year. People responded to it well. I suppose *some* sentiment is something that is wanted.