I picked up this birch bark today & I’m determined to draft a poem on it this weekend. I’ve often found that I can shake up my poems by finding new mediums for writing.
by Robert Fludd (1619)
These days it takes me a longer time to get started on the page with a poem. I spend weeks only thinking
about lines. Used to, all that wheel spinning and doubling back took place on the page. What’s interesting is how that’s allowed for a shift in my subject matter: I’m more willing to give a little space to the intangible, the ineffable. So perhaps, for me, subject matter is tied more to the medium than I originally anticipated.
I wonder how it would change if I started writing only by hand . . .