“I don't like a kind of workshop that is about editing--I don't want to sit there and be an editor. I don't want to tell someone how to "fix" a poem.” ― Natasha Trethewey It was an interesting weekend for the golf world. A year ago Tiger Woods was in a horrific car accident. The prognosis was that he might never walk again, Yet here he was, striding the greens of Augusta and pulling eyes, that would normally be focused elsewhere, back on the Masters.
ONCE MORE INTO THE ECHO CHAMBER
ONCE MORE INTO THE ECHO CHAMBER
ONCE MORE INTO THE ECHO CHAMBER
“I don't like a kind of workshop that is about editing--I don't want to sit there and be an editor. I don't want to tell someone how to "fix" a poem.” ― Natasha Trethewey It was an interesting weekend for the golf world. A year ago Tiger Woods was in a horrific car accident. The prognosis was that he might never walk again, Yet here he was, striding the greens of Augusta and pulling eyes, that would normally be focused elsewhere, back on the Masters.