Wagoner is a good find :). As a creative writer yourself, you might enjoy his one-act play "First Class," which dramatizes the first day in Theodore Roethke's poetry seminar. It's a gripping meditation on the creative process.
Also love your analogy of "dragging the gut," as we called it in Montana, to scrolling. Back in those days I was still shut up in my family's religious bunker, so did not engage in many social functions beyond church. I don't think I regret missing prom or cruising, but I do regret missing that sense of belonging to my generation. For me, Tracy Chapman's "New Beginning" brings back vivid memories of Nebraska -- my first days as a graduate student -- and of the long drive from Troy, Montana, across South Dakota, and down to Lincoln.
Missing the sense of belonging to your generation—what an interesting way of saying it. My family lived for a year in Ecuador and when we came back to the US and I started 8th grade, I felt like I’d missed a decade, like a time traveler sent into the future.
Wagoner is a good find :). As a creative writer yourself, you might enjoy his one-act play "First Class," which dramatizes the first day in Theodore Roethke's poetry seminar. It's a gripping meditation on the creative process.
Also love your analogy of "dragging the gut," as we called it in Montana, to scrolling. Back in those days I was still shut up in my family's religious bunker, so did not engage in many social functions beyond church. I don't think I regret missing prom or cruising, but I do regret missing that sense of belonging to my generation. For me, Tracy Chapman's "New Beginning" brings back vivid memories of Nebraska -- my first days as a graduate student -- and of the long drive from Troy, Montana, across South Dakota, and down to Lincoln.
Missing the sense of belonging to your generation—what an interesting way of saying it. My family lived for a year in Ecuador and when we came back to the US and I started 8th grade, I felt like I’d missed a decade, like a time traveler sent into the future.