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Monday, May 16, 2011

Drunk in Some Serious Way: On Hearts, Poets, and Poetry

I've posted a new piece on The Nervous Breakdown:

When I recently received the good news that my uncle Deano, a poet, had undergone a successful heart transplant, I celebrated by re-reading some of his books. At the time, I hadn't read any poetry for months; and, though I began writing, at sixteen, with the ambition of following my uncle, I hadn't written a poem in six or seven years.

This experience-the joy (relief!) I felt for my uncle, coupled with my reading-initiated a new season for me.

Since then, I've devoured poems in the way, post-diagnosis, I've devoured medical information: with an obsessive, indiscriminate mania; as if in pursuit of some transformative antidote.

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