Once a colleague said, “What does the world need with another poem?” It stopped me cold for a year. But I had a burning need for beautiful uselessness.
Tonight I start the "first pass" read of The Throne of Psyche.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
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Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.
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Certainly, it must not have been a poet colleague. Any writer worth her salt knows the world can never have its fill of poetry.
ReplyDeleteHi there, Elsa Louise--
ReplyDeleteNevertheless, he was a beloved colleague and taught poetry--he was also rather sassy and funny! Somehow that didn't make any difference, though.
The good side was that I discovered that I really can't (or don't?) exist without writing, and so I started writing stories in that year. And that has led to many adventures.
Yes. Beautiful uselessness. But aside from a wrench or a blender, all those supposedly useful things are worth no more and probably less than a poem.
ReplyDeleteWell, W. C. Williams was a doctor who knew the value of an aspirin or a dose of penicillin, and he still claimed that men were dying every day for lack of what is found in poems.
ReplyDeleteSo it's a funny thing, isn't it?