Endnotes
Another one from the collection (At the End of the World) Twenty-seven is All I Have that I first shared from last week. The title of this poem is taken from one of Lyn Hejinian’s notebooks currently archived at the New Poetry Archive of the UCSD Library. I spent time in the archive reading her journal and notes and experiments with language. Wow is a good word to sum up my experience. RIP Hejinian. She was and is a genius.
This poem is 27 words in length, 9 words in each of the 3 lines. Hopefully your April has not been as dreary as February was for me. The melancholy vibe fits in with a collection about apocalypse, and the form pushes me to write about myself in a given moment. If you are thinking of the haiku, tanka, or haibun Japanese poetry forms, so was I when I wrote this—brief entries into a current moment in time, with measured steps and focused eyes.
WRITING PROMPT: How old are you? Write a poem with as many words as years you have lived.
love the poem & analysis!!