--SORRY, I’M JUST SCARED OF THE FUTURE
…Yesterday I finished a book and wrote the author to
tell her how fucking talented she is and she wrote me back and I could tell,
even if I was just reading words typed with letters, that she was very happy,
and of course, that made me happier than her.
…Yesterday I wrote twenty new poems. Yep, twenty.
I think some were even pretty good.
A few were cuter. Most were
sad. Some were bitter. These days, that’s how it goes. These days, that’s called a good day. I’ll start posting them on Friday or so. There aren’t many things better than writing
something that seems like it’s decent.
…There are nine weeks left of the year. I’m going to have a long talk with 2019
before she heads out of town. There are
things we need to get straight, her and I, air we need to clear.
…October battered me around some. I could be me and dwell on the bad stuff, but
I got a fair amount of things published in a short span and people seemed to
like what I wrote. They were kind
enough to tell me. I even saved some of
their notes. I have a file for this kind
of stuff. It’s here in my computer, in a
file marked “Special.” I save them for
when I have a tough day or when I’m doubting myself. The funny thing is I’ve had the file for well
over a decade and I’ve never looked in it.
But (BIG braggart alert) here’s what I’m going to drop
in that file the moment after I post this:
Len,
another of your fine pieces that speaks for many of us. You are the bravest
person I know
What you
do with language is extraordinary!
This is
heartbreaking, Len. Like all your writing it is all the more powerful because
it is bare to the bone, stripped of sentimentality and thought-provoking.
Raw and real and beautiful.
Like the author. Thank you.
Len Kuntz
AGAIN! Thank the gods!
The month of October
belongs to the brilliant Len Kuntz!!!
Your
writing is amazing & you help others who have had similar experiences -
your gift is so eloquently saying what others wish to say. Thank you
Do you
write with a pen or a carving knife? Cleaving the nerve from the bone and
grinding it all to dust and ash the way you do.
Raw,
shocking, and unfortunately understood.
What a treat! More Len Kuntz!!!
Len Kuntz and beautiful words!
Wow. So
raw and so compelling. So much beautiful language.
So
amazingly beautiful. Thank you.
Gorgeous
gut-punching work.
This is
so beautifully written. Both raw and powerful.
Wow! I
love the sound of this. Your language is stunning.
Thank
you for being a phenomenal writer,
Remarkable.
Your
writing is always so moving and cuts deep into those dark, tender places.
That last
line, my goodness. Beautiful, beautiful
work, Len.
I am struck.
Thanks for sharing your writings. Such incredibly powerful and thought-provoking
work. Even if we don’t want to think about this “stuff” it bubbles up.
You have
an uncanny knack at precise language, and how it cuts through any b.s. Both of these pieces left me with my jaw wide
open in awe!
A must
read- for ALL of us. Thank you, Len Kuntz!
Whoosh,
Len. I have to re-center myself here. Damn, I’m honored and happy to be with
you here this weekend.
Wow! Beautiful.
I wanted
to quote my favorite parts, but I realized it's the whole first paragraph. You
put your foot on the gas and don't let up. "Everyone danced for you."
Damn it.
"I
draw a circle/ around nothing/ and claim it" ❤ Stunning.
"like
a/crib recalled too late." Blam. Right between the eyes.
These are
absolute beauties! DAMN!
I love
what you do.
