24 June 2012

In my best writing, I give up all control to the poem: I’m barely holding on.

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taiji heartwork said...

Ron Silliman

"But it also means that often I am working on passages, material, with no such sense at hand, not unlike a sailor who is out at sea, but unable to read the sky nor get any clues of direction from the horizon: sailing blind. In such moments, I have to trust in the process, in what the poem is telling me, and I have moments of enormous anxiety during these periods."