Memoirous

Fringe Festival, Tranås An enclave of aficionados of the NY School (poetry) Before leaving for the Kungsleden, before leaving home, I’d prepared my Tranås   at the Fringe workshop on Micro-Memoir. Once in Tranås   at my friend’s house, she even printed off my workshop notes: It went out the window. It was the participants that directed the discussion. And, very early on, it became apparent that 1) I’d, indeed, prepared well and 2) the focus of my talk on the New York School of Poets was EXACTLY spot on. I know, it sounds ridiculous and even I questioned what I was doing. Why talk about poetry when the title of the talk was Micro-Memoir? Then, if not confusing enough, why bring in obscure American poets? Over a smorgasbord breakfast my friend in Tranås   had said, I’m not familiar with the literary term—flash. It seems it isn’t a thing over here. Hmmm. The bedrock of my seminar was shredded. I’d have to scrap everything. But once at the library and in the m...