WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

Angus

December 18, 2005

Sunday in Montana

Photo by [cousin] Sue Pinkerton My garden has been filled with drunken waxwings. After two window collisions (at slow speed) I pulled the lace curtains — and then one banged right into the shingled wall. They are gorging on fermented berries from the mountain ash. I’m gorging a bit myself, on the company of a… Continue reading

Critters, Personal

Angus, cattle, cow, friendship, frost, photograph

Ancestral (Artificial )Intelligence

I do not use AI to write. For me, writing is how I think, and I prefer to do it myself. If/when I post anything here that I suspect or know to be AI generated, I will tell you.

I have changed this from Artificial to Ancestral, after Abi Awomosu @ Substack. This medium was made with human history, human thought. All of it, bright and dark. It is ancestral.

Poems

Please do not assume that I am the speaker/ subject of my poems.

In these times of creative nonfiction and fictionalized memoirs, I think of the poem itself as true fiction: it is most likely not factual, but it must be true.

It is likely to be — it is best if it is — a truth I did not know before I wrote, and may not understand even then.

A poem is my way of discovering (dis-covering) what I feel; sometimes, what I think — but it is not necessarily biographical.

Angus

Sunday in Montana