A LIVE-EDITING EVENT
Have you ever watched a poem become itself? Not the final draft. Not the performance. The messy middle bit where a word is crossed out, or a line moves elsewhere, and suddenly the whole stanza breathes. Welcome to THE CRAFT.
Have you ever watched a poem become itself? Not the final draft. Not the performance. The messy middle bit where a word is crossed out, or a line moves elsewhere, and suddenly the whole stanza breathes. Welcome to THE CRAFT.
