"The P(r)etty Sonnets"
About a year ago, I started writing a group of poems that
were small, consisting of roughly fourteen lines, and had
to do with "petty" matters--spatially, temporally, or linguistically.
They had an air of lightness to them. Eventually a group of
ten grew to a group of twenty and so on. I limited myself
to fifteen lines and, usually, a short period of time to write.
I've always been interested in series and I had just finished
one of a very different, very percussive nature. When working
on the P.S.'s Spicer and his magazine poems have always been
close to mind: writing something for a person or thing that
will never read it. The poems do not GO anywhere and are often
self-deriding, subverting what might otherwise be pretty.