Dear Curious,
Resistance? Dick Davis and Tim Steele read the final draft and favorably compared it to two other 'prosimetra,' Dante's La Vita Nuova and Boethius' Consolations of Philosophy. I pitched this line to David Sanders, director of Ohio University Press, and he chuckled "Those were probably the last two commercial successes in this forgotten genre." But it wasn't insuperable resistance, David's being only the third house to read it through.
I started it in 84, two years after I started farming and right after reading Norman Maclean's little masterpiece, A River Runs Through It. At the time, and for a decade thereafter, I believed there was no audience for contemporary formal verse, but I thought that if my little lyrics were set in a prose narrative stitched out of anecdotes that didn't lend themselves to verse--then hunters and farmers would read such a book. So I wrote it for the the folks who people my stories. And it worked. Last summer it was Amazon's 13th-ranked book in Minnesota.
I'm frankly baffled by the motivations of many poets on Peter's "Who Are You Writing For" thread,i.e., "I write to amuse myself, it's fun." Or Mark Strand's "I write for a few close friends." Unlike my broader collections of verse,
Ploughshare is written to and for my tribe, fellow denizens of the High Plains. I only wish I'd finished it in time to send it to an ageing fly fisherman in Missoula.
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