Overheard

12 August 2005 at 09:32 Leave a comment

In a pub.

A young man and a young woman discussing poetry. Her poetry.

[this bit is paraphrased] “It’s amazing how you tie together the idea of isolation throughout your poem” [goes on quite a bit about different elements that suggest isolation].

[this answer is a direct quote] “I don’t know how these things drop into my poetry…” [ask yourself, was there a giggle? Answer: yes, there was].

Um. Knock, knock, knock. Hello?

If you’re not putting them there on purpose then they aren’t there – they’ve been brought to the poem by the reader.

Not good enough.

Go try again.

Poems aren’t just pretty words that fall out of your head and land on a piece of a paper, you know.

Her male conversant seemed as disconcerted and disappointed as I was.

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What I’ve been reading:

  • James Boswell, The Life of Samuel Johnson, L.L.D. (London, 14 King William Street, Strand: William P. Nimmo, 1876). 4 years ago
  • Marsilio Ficino, Letters of Marsilio Ficino, v. 3, trans. Language Dept. School of Economic Science, London (New York: Gingko Press, 1985). 4 years ago
  • Italo Calvino, Six Memos for the Next Millennium (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1988). 4 years ago
  • Stephanie Kallos, Broken for You (New York: Grove Press, 2004). 5 years ago
  • Marsilio Ficino, Letters of Marsilio Ficino, v. 2, trans. Language Dept. School of Economic Science, London (New York: Gingko Press, 1985) 5 years ago

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I am a misanthrope. No one ever believes me, but this seems to prove my point.

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