I sit in a favourite café drinking a double shot Americano. Before arrival in this calming space, I was feeling rushed. En route here, I listened to the latest conversation on Between the Covers. David Naimon spoke with Australian Vietnamese writer Nam Le. I'm about an hour in. Le is talking about his experiences of being exploited as a representative of a marginalized group. He has read excerpts from a new poetry collection and a book of fiction. Both are books I'd love to read.
Sometimes after being enmeshed in social situations as I was for the wondrous 4-day VERSeFEST, I feel lonesome after.
There are always people I didn't get a chance to talk with, conversations I wanted to lengthen. As an antidote to loneliness I listen to David Naimon and his indepth conversations with writers.
I'm savoring the last taste of this dark, delicious brew. En route home, I'll put Hypurpley (my headphones) back on and listen to the rest of the conversation. https://tinhouse.com/podcast/nam-le-36-ways-of-writing-a-vietnamese-poem/
Oh! I know this feeling well. Post-camp syndrome, or slut-drop (post orgies) where I intensely miss being ensconced by other people.
I am sending you hugs, and hope the festival was absolutely magical. I can’t believe it’s been ten years since we shared a stage there. 💖