My writing partner, Penn State ’88

Dave Kravetz, his eyes through the smoke watching me read his poems, all those papers in his gunny sack, his camo jacket and cigarettes, his bleached hair a frozen wave crashing over one eye, his bad temperament (some story about him getting violent with his parents and threatening them with a gun, he wouldn’t talk about)—his bad smoker’s breath, his chapped hands, how the fingernails looked more like toes, misshapen, transplanted, cloven. Walking the campus with Dave laughing and smoking and pushing each other, two young writers hanging on for dear life.

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William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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20 Responses to My writing partner, Penn State ’88

  1. Lynn Love says:

    Lovely images Bill. That hair breaking like a wave, his cloven fingernails – just perfect. You’ve conjured a whole person in so few words – magic

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  2. byebyebeer says:

    Gorgeous, a paragraph-poem.

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  3. I like this form for you. It’s like a verbal Polaroid print.

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    • pinklightsabre says:

      Hey, that’s good Kevin, thanks. I’m just aping back what I’ve been reading this week, that’s given me some new inspiration to try a different format. Freaking Raymond Carver poetry collection, rereading it, blowing my mind again, as if I had any left.

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  4. ksbeth says:

    frozen wave hair reminds me of flock of seagulls.

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  5. walt walker says:

    I thought Flock of Seagulls too. And funny thing is, that fleshed out the rest of him for me visually as well. Never set eyes not the guy, but I can tell you what he looked like. I may be wrong, but I can tell you.

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  6. Great little snapshot. Looks like you’re working on some shorter form stuff. Really full of character for the space.

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  7. I never understood the whole writing partner thing. How, exactly, does that work? The end product couldn’t possibly be a 50/50 split, could it?

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    • pinklightsabre says:

      He wasn’t a writing partner in that sense, he was a guy I befriended and the two of us wrote, though not on shared projects. That’s misleading. I’ve read the same about writing partners and man, doesn’t sound appealing to me at all. Can you spell control freak?

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