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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