FROM THE LOOKOUT AT WELLFLEET
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I wrote the first draft of this poem in bed one night in early August, 2004, on the down-swing of a year spent writing a poem a day. This project led me to try all sorts of chance methods in my struggle to Houdini my way out of each day's blank page. That night I used a digital voice recorder to improvise a first draft around a handful of words that caught my eye as I flipped through Sharon Dolin's Serious Pink. Like the poems in that book, mine has to do with a painting, though in this case the painting's imaginary.