tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311201101178073119.post694357335028107413..comments2023-08-24T05:28:28.355-05:00Comments on Myself the only Kangaroo among the Beauty: Jello Wrestling, Or How a Draft Becomes a PoemSandy Longhornhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04735445958970512617noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311201101178073119.post-76360086686580956552013-06-04T12:01:08.017-05:002013-06-04T12:01:08.017-05:00Justin, I love hearing about all of the different ...Justin, I love hearing about all of the different approaches to drafting. Whatever works!Sandy Longhornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04735445958970512617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311201101178073119.post-82008428571806721172013-06-04T11:59:29.507-05:002013-06-04T11:59:29.507-05:00Wow! All that time. Maybe that's what I am m...Wow! All that time. Maybe that's what I am missing. When I start drafting a poem, I can't help but play with it continually until it takes the form I want. <br /><br />I hear about all these poets who draft in paragraphs and then find the best appearance for the poem, or they draft and can wait like you. I can't do any of that. I start writing and that's all there is. I keep at it until all that's left is the tweaking and tuning. I can leave a poem alone, but only after it is almost everything I want/need it to be. If it can't survive that process I'd rather know earlier than later. Justin Evanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12161484350184865575noreply@blogger.com