When I said poetry was an illusion what I meant was that
my own poetry was an illusion and my writing was only
self-expression and not the real thing.
Douglas Clark, Bath, England mailto: [log in to unmask]
Lynx: Poetry from Bath .......... http://www.bath.ac.uk/~exxdgdc/lynx.html
On Wed, 13 Mar 2002, Martin J. Walker wrote:
> If (writing) poetry is an illusion, Douglas & Kent, what is the reality it
> covers? The ghosts in the attic ("oh attic form"!) you conjure, Kent? But
> they are dead, aren't they, illusions too? (Is this some kind of Plato's
> Cave mise en abīme?) And what is poetry the illusion of exactly? As one
> might say, "His words held out the illusion of reconciling truth & desire".
> Certainly poetry is play of a kind, but play that deceives or befools, an
> apparition or phantom? (See the OED) Who then believes it? Well, I suppose
> some believed "Into the valley of death/Rode the six hundred", but only
> because they'd read the news & only with considerable reservations about the
> metaphors & the exact figures etc. I didn't understand what you said about
> Henry's post: I read
> snip <<great poetry reshapes the boundaries & meanings of meaning>> snip
> which seems to me different from
> snip <<poetry's Being possibly *being* the adding of meaning to the meaning
> of meaning>> snip (Kent)
> which I find obfuscating.
> Yours confused of Frankfurt