I Wrote 333 Sappho Poems Recently

I was just in my Sappho blog, editing poems, and did my first count. I was surprised to see I have 333 poems in there (if I counted correctly). I think that's a cool number with the triple threes.

I wrote many more than that in my notebooks actually, since I only transcribed certain ones.

I would still probably want this to be a book of around 100 pages.

After the final edit, I mean.

I obviously wouldn't use everything, as many of the poems just don't cut it.

And some stick more with the theme of Sappho online, which is what I want the book to be, than others.

But many of them still make me smile or laugh, and seem to capture the effect I was trying to achieve with the series.

The whole Ovidian thing, the realization that his Metamorphoses really have found a new stage--that these swift transformations are occurring online now.

The bodiless internet. People changing bodies like clothes. Fleeing more than feeling. The luxury of a god.

Ecstatic nobodies.

I left some poems that make me cringe on the blog. Because they amuse me too. And I like to retool.

I am seeking a publisher (not online--paper) so if you have a press and are reading this, check out my Sappho blog and holla if you feel froggy.

If not, tra la. I have never felt that sense of publish or perish.

Some people publish constantly as a form of transparent insecurity.

I feel for those people on my better days, because I know it's a form of vulnerability.

On my "not better" days, I feel more for the trees.

I should finish my gay fairy tale today. The first draft anyway.

Characters hate to be left in limbo.

I think.