I feel a tad self-conscious about reblogging this, but am grateful to Daniel for taking the time and effort. Thank you, Dan.
Poetry is a strange thing. It is often amazing, but also often considered by its detractors as odd scribblings that seem to have nothing to do with anything that makes a difference in our world. How can we understand poetry? The common mental image of the poet is one who lays around avoiding actual work; a precious elitist laying on silk cushions writing pretty, rhyming nonsense, or maybe the Beat poet sitting around abusing opioids and writing strange, dirty things. The real struggle then is to find a path away from the idea of silk pillows and heroin to a place where poems – beautiful ways of saying – matter to us.
Thankfully, the struggle is not a struggle at all when we peek behind words and look at the Logos of a poet, the organizing principle or principles that animates his/her words. And there are few…
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