I went searching for couple of things in my “important box”–the one I use to keep old photos, subway maps from long-ago vacations, decade-old tax returns–and happened across my college journals. I’d almost forgotten they were there.
It’s a little painful, looking back; lots of silly observations and stuff. But surprisingly, some of it’s pretty good, too–even a couple of the poems.
Of course, today these notebooks are most interesting as a sort of time capsule. It’s funny how the images I used then (I was a big fan of the Imagist movement, especially the work of cigar-smoking, combat-boot-wearing Amy Lowell) can remind me of exactly what I was thinking when I wrote some of these pieces.
I won’t bore you with any of it now, but maybe later.
And oh, yes, Chad, I’m flattered, although I don’t really see the resemblance.
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