Polly:
"The way the poet lies and the kind of lie that is convincing for them to
construct comes from some part of themselves, a part which is honest and
true."
This seems to me to come from money, to propagate a mere decency of
self-reflection that verges (snorkel to hand) on the saleably
narcissistic. Honesty by market default. The idea that poetic affect
derives so straightforwardly from the forces of good is all money jargon,
I think, and serves to preclude more violent attempts at probity from
the outset. If there's a part of me which is just honest and true, well,
of course I ought to dole it out.
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