“Part of the trouble with real is there’s no authenticity without contact with shit. Think of farming or gardening: No fruit without compost. In many creative endeavors we recognize the authentic practitioners by the marks the work leaves on their bodies. So what’s the stigmata of writing?”
Exploring the intersections of the public and the real in this month’s Ruminate post.
“Want to save the world? Put your body in it. Want to write a real poem? Put your body in it. Want to get published? Put your body in it.”
I loved this, April. The whole entry is wonderful and I appreciate the determination, candor, commitment to honesty, and ultimately encouragement that you offer the reader here. Really lovely. Thank you!