I
met Scott
Cairns once, in 2010, down in the Hill Country of Texas. Laity Lodge was
hosting a
writer’s retreat, and I had signed up for the poetry seminar. Cairns was
our seminar teacher. I had previously read
He
taught our seminar like he writes poetry – quiet, reflective, low-key,
questioning, gently probing. We sat on a terrace in cool September sunshine, on
a bluff above the Frio River. We reads poems written by others, and we read
poems we had written as overnight
assignments. The experience had something of the liturgical about it, with
the words, the coolness, the sunshine resembling more of a worship service than
a poetry seminar.
Cairns
new collection of poems, Idiot
Psalms: New Poems, has that same sense of the liturgical.
To
continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak
Poetry.
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