Coda: Art in Conversation with Art

Abstract

The moment some 35 years later is quite vivid, and that moment was the day I sat in my second-floor dorm room—the same dorm where my father had attended college—and wrote what would be my first real poem. And that moment of realization—that I am a writer, that I am a poet—came directly from a speech course with Steve Brannon, where we had (inexplicably) read e.e. cummings’s “in Just-.”