To a Friend Off to One of the Many Writing Workshops in the States |
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R. C. Sunico |
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You will need no pens to bring, no foolscap. Lexicons and thesauruses ripen on shelves there, more often than wheat on their fields.
Bring only your lust and irony, a well-fitting rubber and prepare in your memory
Flasks with which to capture the first snow on the timberline, the attar of magnolias and the unerring V of the first ducks arrowing towards a warmer dawn.
Eye classrooms with suspicion. Eschew seminars and calling cards, pre-meditated allusions to writers you have never read, now suddenly in academic vogue.
Avoid weak beer and the dead among them who compete over the obscurities of rhyme. Be poet and sing. Endow them with the phosphorescences of our clime. |
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