Opening night of the Loft Literary Center's 2012 Poetry Conference. Above: signing Meryl's book.
We learned of how she learned of winning the Pulitzer (on her birthday): her husband was out with the dog and saw it in the newspaper. She confessed, with a title like this, one had to know of her love for David Bowie.
She read from Life on Mars, and lines struck me: "looming like a wound from the ocean floor" (the sound!) and "the earth gunning it around the sun"
On balancing motherhood and the writing life: "new lens, new sense of the weight of things"
On getting out of writing ruts: "It's time to let another source feed me" ... "sometimes those other forms can give me a new vocabulary" ... "for me, it's often about answering back"
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