Before They Were Stars…Annie Finch and Eileen Myles
looking back on one’s beginnings can be inadvertently hilarious. for us, at least.
in complimentary posts on harriet, annie finch and eileen myles tell their own versions of the first time they met and how they came to love and respect one another. and also that time they probably got stoned:
I’m living in the East Village, on a deserted-looking block of Avenue A a couple blocks north of Tompkins Square Park, trying to figure out how I can ever find my place in the poetry world. I’m writing a shamanic long poem in rhythmic free verse, The Encyclopedia of Scotland, and working for minimum wage. ..I can’t remember at all now how the gig Eileen mentions in her Harriet post came about; maybe my friend Alix Baer arranged it and then couldn’t come, and I asked Eileen to substitute….I’m guessing we were high, and from my perspective it was all very Ginsberg-inspired, and there was definitely a tiger involved.
i mean, who among us ISN’T a young poet living on minimum wage in a large metropolitan area, working on a long free verse shamanic poem, trying to make it happen while getting stoned with our contemporaries? preach, sister, preach!