Today we are embracing the interdisciplinary, the blurry, the chaotic.
Watch and listen to "I held the truth in my hands" here:https://www.thecontinentalreview.com/new-page-3?rq=ana%C3%AFs%20duplan
With this poem, it struck me how overwhelming, how mysterious, the truth can be, how we grapple to comprehend only a small part of it. And as the poem flew by, the author's name was a touchstone to hold on to.
So today, write a poem that flows in a stream of conscious style: let thoughts interrupt each other, let sounds bump together to create the overlapping wave effect of this piece. Somewhere in the poem, put your name as a harbor of clear truth to rest in.
Now go play in the lab of making!