Postcards from the Interior
“In the intimate, coded, and revealing form of the postcard Wyn Cooper charts new realms of aesthetic, spiritual, and geographic space. He blurs the distinction between the public and the private, discovering in history, the weather, favored places, and states of consciousness a wealth of imaginative possibilities. Wish you were here, these poems seem to say in a variety of enduring ways. And you are.”
Postcard from the Party
You have to be invited, and there's nothing
you can do to be asked. Headlines and bloodlines
don't help. It's a long way from home but I'm
here, the view much better than I'm used to.
How did this happen? Dumb but good luck,
right place and time, the planets aligned.
No contract, no deadline, no risk. And what
did I do to deserve this? Slept with all
the wrong people, gambled too much on friends
of friends with light bulbs over their heads.
Wrote every day no matter what.