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05 July 2006

Audioblog, We Hope

I did the recording, and such, and so it should appear here today, I hope. Anyway, I read the poem I posted on July 4, just below this one, "To the coroner who did not have to draw my blood."

I neglected to mention that this poem originally was published in the mid-nineties in The Northwest Review. The editor, John Witte, went over it with me a number of times, especially cutting out four or five lines beyond the close of this version. I don't recall those lines, but they more or less expanded on all that it means, which I think can be a liability in confessional poetry: we try too hard to confess, or communicate, too much, beyond what the poem itself can sustain.


At 12:06 PM, Blogger pepektheassassin said...

I hope your recording will work. I'm going to try it, but I don't really know what I'm doing.... Looking forward to hearing yours though!

At 1:18 PM, Blogger January said...

I had trouble with Audioblogger, too. I would love to hear you read the poem so if doesn't appear this week, please record again and post it.


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