Woke up way too early--before 5--and couldn't get back to sleep so here I am, all coffee-d up and pretty tired, at my desk. I swam three-quarters of a mile yesterday, at 6:00 p.m. You'd think that would make for a good long sleep, but sometimes exercise too close to bedtime has the opposite effect. I'm not losing any weight from this either, because I'm still eating sugar--but my shoulders are looking muy buff.
Yesterday I drove an hour through the pouring rain to interview Kim Rosen, the author of Saved By A Poem. It was so worth it! We spoke deeply about the role that poetry plays in different cultures, how learning poems by heart can align people physically, emotionally, and spiritually, the origins of poetic language, poetry and Bernie Madoff, dreams of poetry-diplomacy, poetry in Kenya with Maasi tribespeople, poetry in Ireland, in Uruguay, poetry at the Superdome in New Orleans a month after Katrina and so much more.
Even though editors at The Sun were somewhat lukewarm on this topic when I first proposed it, I think they will love it when the interview is typed up. At least I hope they will. I loved our conversation, and I felt lucky to be part of it. The best part of being an artist for me is the conversations you get to have before during after and through the art. And the connections and the relationships that grow out of it.
Today: send Love Shack to the remaining small presses on my list, buy apples and beer, write introduction to the interview while it is still fresh in my mind, take a nap. And the rain goes on...