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Jul. 15th, 2005 @ 11:22 pm
Please forgive my silence, but I have been busy going through another divorce and admiring the complex poems I wrote as a small child and talking to plants and locking myself in my house for weeks at a time.

Signed,

Louise Glück, [Former] Poet Laureate

Jan. 18th, 2005 @ 06:49 pm
I am suffering.

Anyone care to console me?

I may now die at peace with the world. Dec. 28th, 2004 @ 02:24 am
Louise Glück, [Former] Poet Laureate of the United States, winner of the Pulitzer Prize, the Bollingen Prize, the Lannan Literary Award for Poetry, the Poetry Society of America's William Carlos Williams Award, the Rebekah Johnson Bobbitt National Prize for Poetry, the National Book Critics Circle Award, the Boston Globe Literary Press Award, the Poetry Society of America's Melville Kane Award, the PEN/Martha Albrand Award, et al., recipient of fellowships from the Guggenheim and Rockefeller foundations, fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts

and a member of [info]poetsex.

Finally, they've realized how badly they need me.

Today I did some gardening and thought about my divorce. And death, of course. And how sometimes flowers and divorce are all just metaphors for death,

if you only pay attention.


Signed,

Louise Glück, [Former] Poet Laureate, ready for Love

Louise is becoming impatient. Dec. 23rd, 2004 @ 02:32 am
A certain someone, namely, Louise Glück, [Former] Poet Laureate, is still waiting for her well-deserved acceptance into [info]poetsex. Why do you think I joined into this lowly form of communication and desecration of the written word known as an "online journal" in the first place?

Give me some.


I'm waiting.



Signed,

Louise Glück, [Former] Poet Laureate [ready for Sexton, and Plath too, if she can get her act together]

I want you. Dec. 22nd, 2004 @ 03:29 pm
I think I will go to my closet and throw on something black as I wait for my inevitable and well-deserved acceptance into [info]poetsex. Now that I am no longer Poet Laureate of these United States, I have no shame. No more free wine. Hotness shall ensue.

Don't get me wrong -- I still hate sex.

But poets are sexy.

Including myself.

Indeed.


Signed,

Louise Glück, [Former!] Poet Laureate
Other entries
» I shall now exercise my expert use of enjambment.
Hello. I am Louise and this, I suppose


is my "online journal."


If you'll fix my flat tire in the snow,

I'll want you.

But I hate sex

just like I hate those damned orange flowers in my yard.

What more do you want? Here I am, in my pretentious greatness.

Pardon me, but I must now roll my eyes and commute to Yale.

Signed,

Louise Glück, [Former] Poet Laureate
Dec. 18th, 2004 @ 12:44 am

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