got a good review. That is, comments were made during workshop that led me to believe that I did something right.
The unbelievable part of my graduate-level educational experience so far is that I seem to be on top of the whole crazy scene. My poems apparently come across as intelligent and well-crafted. The ideas and suggestions I intend to get across using some various words actually come through without being too overly explicit. And somehow, people always manage to dig up a little something extra that I didn’t even know was there, but fits, which makes me sound smart.
All of this is probably just the bullshit machine that switches on when a bunch of artists gather in a room with a blackboard, so I can’t get too confident or comfortable, you know. But sometimes I almost start to think these people, even sometimes me, actually do know something of which they speak.
Of course, I’ve always been adept at operating the bullshit machine, myself. So take it how you will.