A series conceived by Keetje Kuipers and the editors of Poetry Northwest, featuring essays from a range of poets that investigate the practice of failure, both as poet and citizen. Each writer presents a work of their own that they see as a failure, and offers a peek behind the curtain at their creative process.
Blessèd Delusions: Literary Follies and Visual Poems
First I thought Stet would fail to be a book, and now that it has failed to fail and exists in the world, its forms and processes are failing to stay put between its front and back covers.
Thirty-One Tiny Failures and One Labyrinth: On Parenting and Writing
When I delete my apologies I can imagine the words are still ghosted in the pixels of my screen.
Failures are Special Because They Belong to Us
Failure is such an extraordinary teacher. I wouldn’t say I enjoy it, per se, but it’s a mentor that I’m settling into, one I’m learning to have a more complex relationship with.
It Is No Small Thing to Discover Fresh Words for Old Wounds
The poem has been reincarnated across my entire writing life. Each time I discover a version I think will let me move on, I turn around and recognize its troubled voice asking me again to rethink how I’ve got it all wrong, how writing it down (and all its previous iterations) was never going to satisfy or realize—what? I’m failing sometimes to even know what it is that I’m praying for.
There’s No Way You’ll Ever Be Able to Get This Right
In which Senior Editor Keetje Kuipers introduces the series.
Deciding to seek publication for an unfinished poem wasn’t a new idea for me. I’ve always believed that sharing with readers works that are still in draft can be a way of pulling back the curtain on a process that is really a lot less mystical than we writers sometimes make it seem. But I had never considered sending out for publication a poem that would never be finished, one that honestly couldn’t be finished (at least not by me).