How into the literary world are you all? My MFA program introduced me to Literature with a capital L, and showed me where to find it. Now that I’m working and writing all day, I’m no longer able to totally immerse myself in the writing world.
But there are ways to stay on top of everything. My blog has been insanely helpful regarding deadlines. I still break them, but I always feel like I need to have something to show you all, so I’ll always be thinking creatively.
I also started listening to the New Yorker Podcast on the way to work. It takes about an hour to get into Great Neck because there’s only one way into Great Neck. Each episode is about fifty minutes long which is perfect.
I’m also finding myself on LitHub reading articles on the craft. And right now, I’m listening to Karl Ove Knausgaard give a speech on why he writes. So I wrote a poem about writing while listening to this speech. Here’s the link.
Karl Ove Knausgaard
I’m trying to write a poem
While listening to Karl Ove Knausgaard
Explain why he writes.
My writing program taught me
To take from the greats
And don’t get caught,
But don’t just outright steal.
Karl Ove Knausgaard says literature
Is a space where truth plays out,
But first the writer has to create
The space, and the ever famous,
Show don’t tell.
But his success lies in telling,
Because that’s how he reaches
His inner most space.
You have to be naïve,
Unaware of what you’re diving into.
I can do that; I’m only twenty-five.
I read somewhere that the prime
Comes in your thirties and forties.
Do I feel like I’m a part
Of a community, like I’m writing
To elevate myself above my community?
Knausguaard says I shouldn’t think
About the audience, and I agree;
I’m ready to tell them all
To go to hell.
I’ll see them there.
Meaning comes with form;
No one can tell me how to write,
When I should write,
What I should write about,
Who I should write about,
But there’s a problem with that:
I want to write for an audience.
After all, I want to be published,
And what does it mean
To be published?
I want people to read my work,
Pick apart my words,
Find the hidden meanings,
Walk through the woods
Or New York City—maybe both—
In my shoes. I want to tell,
And I hear my mentor telling me
To show instead, to trust
The reader will figure it out.
So according to Knausgaard,
There has to be a balance,
And finding that balance
Separates writing from literature.
I want to show people I know
The balance, and I’m special.
I’m still looking for people to submit their work. I’ll accept just about anything as long as it isn’t too long. All genres are welcome. Here are my guidelines.