It's now been 5 years +/-

Our first posting here was November 5, 2012. We missed a few days in 2013, due to an injury. Taking that into account, we've now been posting daily for five solid years, longer than some jobs we held when we were much younger.

each day dawns bright, whether cloud-covered or not

Photo by J. Harrington

During these five years, we've garnered more than 200,000 page views. That's more than 40,000 a year, about 3,500 a month and around 100 a day. Thank you, whoever you are.

We've had readers, or at least page visitors, from these countries:

• United States, 
• Italy,
• Canada,
• France,
• Ukraine,
• Poland,
• Germany,
• South Korea,
• Brazil, and the
• United Kingdom.

Every day, for 5 years, we've found something worth writing about, and a poem to match the day's theme or topic. We hope that settles any concerns about how relevant poetry may be to daily life.

During the past five years we've moved from a hard line "polluter pays" principle to a broader recognition that it may be necessary and beneficial to make public investments to protect our common natural resources and our common heritage.

We've learned that daily writing is good for us. We pay more attention to the world around us and are more thoughtful, much of the time, in our responses to that world and its inhabitants. We've judged that readers prefer nature to policy, positive postings to bitching and moaning and, on a few rare occasions, have even been told our postings have been helpful.

While we've been adding to this blog daily, our poetry has been neglected. We're going to see if we can find a better (more satisfying to us) balance. Our daily posts may suffer from time to time, but if we find days when we're not writing at all, we will return to a daily post regime, not as punishment but as a reinvigorated routine.

a new day is born

Photo by J. Harrington

When we first started, we wrote about our hopes for a brighter day after the 2012 election. Those hopes were fulfilled, but only partially. Each brighter day can never be permanent, although another thing that we've learned is that each day offers a possibility for making the world, and ourselves, a little better. It's simply up to us to actualize that possibility each and every day. Those lessons came via Abraham Maslow and Rebecca Solnit and Maria Popova and my mom.

                     Not Writing

By Anne Boyer

When I am not writing I am not writing a novel called 1994  about a young

woman  in  an  office park  in a  provincial town who has a job  cutting  and

pasting time. I am not writing a novel called Nero about the world's richest

art star in space.  I am not writing  a book  called Kansas City Spleen.  I am

not writing a sequel to Kansas City Spleen called Bitch's Maldoror. I am not

writing  a  book of  political  philosophy called Questions for Poets. I am not

writing a scandalous memoir.  I am not writing a pathetic memoir. I am not

writing  a  memoir  about  poetry  or  love.  I am not writing a memoir about

poverty,  debt  collection,  or  bankruptcy.  I   am  not  writing   about family

court.  I am not writing a memoir because memoirs are for property owners

and not  writing a memoir about  prohibitions of memoirs.

When  I am not writing a memoir  I am also not writing any kind of  poetry,

not  prose  poems  contemporary   or  otherwise,  not  poems made  of frag-

ments,  not tightened and  compressed poems, not loosened and  conversa-

tional poems, not conceptual  poems, not virtuosic poems employing many

different  types of  euphonious devices, not poems with epiphanies and not

poems  without,  not  documentary  poems about recent political moments,

not  poems  heavy with allusions to critical theory and popular song.

I am not writing "Leaving the Atocha Station" by Anne Boyer and certain-

ly  not  writing  "Nadja"  by  Anne Boyer though would like to write "Debt"

by  Anne Boyer  though  am  not  writing  also  "The  German Ideology" by

Anne  Boyer  and not writing a screenplay called "Sparticists."

I am not writing an account of myself more miserable than Rousseau.

I am not writing an account of myself more innocent than Blake.

I am not writing epic poetry although I like what Milton said about lyric

poets drinking wine while epic poets should drink water from a  wooden

bowl. I would like to drink wine from a wooden  bowl  or to drink  water

from an emptied bottle of wine.

I am not writing a book about shopping, which is a woman shopping.

I am not  writing  accounts  of  dreams,  not  my own or anyone else's.

I am not writing historical re-enactments of any durational literature.

I am not writing anything that anyone  has requested of me or is  waiting

on,  not  a  poetics  essay  or any other sort of essay, not a  roundtable re-

sponse, not interview responses, not writing prompts for younger writers,

not my thoughts about critical theory or popular songs.

I am not writing a new constitution for the republic of no history.

I am not writing a will or a medical report.

I am  not  writing  Facebook status updates. I am not writing thank-you

notes or apologies. I am not writing conference papers. I am not writing

book reviews. I am not writing blurbs.

I  am not writing  about contemporary  art. I am  not writing  accounts of

my travels.  I am  not writing  reviews for  The New Inquiry and not writ-

ing pieces for Triple Canopy and not writing anything for Fence. I am not

writing a  daily  accounting  of my reading, activities, and ideas.   I am not

writing  science  fiction  novels  about  the  problem  of  the idea of the au-

tonomy  of  art  and  science  fiction  novels about the problem of a society

with  only  one  law  which  is  consent.  I am  not  writing stories based on

Nathaniel Hawthorne's unwritten story ideas. I am not writing online dat-

ing profiles.  I am not writing anonymous communiqués.  I am not writing

textbooks.

I am not writing a history of these times or of past times or of any future

times and not even the history of these visions which are with me all day

and all of the night.

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