revision

so, i see. revision is just that. seeing something again. coming at it from a new angle. i like what i'm seeing. what is happening. i don't know that i'm getting there, but i am definately taking it further than before. fleshing it out. making it quiver on the page.

my prof said this,

these poems bear equal weight. like you're lighting candles on an altar.

that moves me. she wants me to do backflips and the splits, and i just want to capture a moment.

sometimes a flickering candle is enough.

but i understand what she is doing. she is pushing me, it is her job.

blowtorch, not candle. though, at least she has demonstrated and acknowledged the validity of the candle approach.

i'm grateful for this challenge. it is what i need right now.