Mark wrote:
>It matters to me to write
>it--seems to be a necessity--and I would continue to write it even if I
>knew that it mattered to no one else.
Yes, I would too. I've sometimes wondered why, and why I wanted to write
it in the first place - there's nothing in my background which would
point me towards poetry, but I've written it (or something that wished to
be poetry) since I was a very small child. Ionesco talks about art as a
"mental necessity".
Maybe it's just that poets never outgrow that childish fascination with
rhymes and word patterns. But also perhaps a desire that language be
"truer", that desire to make language and reality meet in a world where
language so often serves as a means of falsification - an impossibility
of course, but when has impossibility stopped poets?
Best
Alison
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