The Paris Review - Fall 2016
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has left me in a great confusion of mind. Sometimes I’m quite satisfied with<br />
the confusion and sometimes I’m deeply mortified by it. It ought not to be<br />
in quite such a state of perpetual jeopardy. <strong>The</strong> process of composing it was<br />
very peculiar and discrepant.<br />
INTERVIEWER<br />
Tell us about the process of writing the poem.<br />
PRYNNE<br />
In the spring of 2011, I had one of these feelings that I sometimes have, that<br />
maybe I’m about to write something. Maybe something’s coming along. I<br />
had no idea what it might be, I just thought, Well, something is in the works.<br />
And the more I thought about it, the more I had no idea what it might be.<br />
I wasn’t sure I needed to know. Maybe I needed to clear a space to decide<br />
what it was going to be, without making any preemptive allocations. And so<br />
I resolved this in a way that I’d never done before: I decided to compose in a<br />
completely alien environment. What this meant was that I needed to leave<br />
my comfortable home and all my usual appurtenances—books and papers<br />
and reference material and all the rest of it. It would mean going to a foreign<br />
country. It would mean going to a country in which the spoken language was<br />
not English, where I didn’t know a single word of the spoken language of this<br />
new environment. It’d have to be reasonably economical to get there, and reasonably<br />
economical to spend some time there. It might have been Finland;<br />
but I chose to go to Thailand, because I’d been to Thailand once before.<br />
I arranged and clocked into an hotel, a very modest, cheap hotel in<br />
Bangkok, with the sole purpose of writing whatever this composition was<br />
going to be. And right up to the last minute I had no idea whether it would<br />
be anything at all. I took with me a mountain of paper and pencils, my<br />
laptop—in order to verify certain sorts of material I might want to lean<br />
on—and one book. <strong>The</strong> book choice surprised me and it would totally surprise<br />
you, because it was a very recently published textbook concerning a<br />
particular species of weak molecular forces known as van der Waals forces.<br />
When I saw that this book, V. Adrian Parsegian’s Van der Waals Forces: A<br />
Handbook for Biologists, Chemists, Engineers, and Physicists, had been published<br />
by the Cambridge University Press, I just knew it was going to be an<br />
important book to me. I couldn’t tell you why, but I’d already encountered<br />
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