Progress Report II
I have been working on the poem off and on through the night. The topic of the poem is (in part) insomnia, and in this case, it has been something more than a metaphor.
I am very close.
Hooray for subject matter. I must say that it is difficult to go over-the-top rhetorically when writing about a 19th Century American painter adrift in the jungles of Brazil, painting hummingbirds. It has become a challenge to arc down the language.
Syntax-wise, I am beginning to feel like Lucie Brock Broido.
But with far less hair, of course.
That's Martin Johnson Heade (1819-1904) in his later years. I particularly like the hat.
Must get cleaned up now and go out for the morning papers.