The thoughts of Steve Waling:

“It was a pressure in my head that made me finally admit that I was whatever kind of poet it is I think I’ve become. I had a failing poem that annoyed me so much, as a last resort, I cut it up. Lo! A light came down from heaven illuminating the path I must follow… or something… Rather, I discovered that I didn’t have to do the whole thing straight, that going the crooked route was just as interesting.”

More here. See Steve’s reading for The Other Room in February here.