Emily has wonderful posts about accessibility up at her blog which makes me think about Kaminsky’s review of Wrights work where he talks about arrogance. How a poet needs to believe that they have the authority to say exactly what they are saying. The few poems I get that warm fuzzy feeling for in my own work are the few I believe no one else could ever write except me. So what does that have to with accessibility?
Well the human spirit is a conundrum of individuality verses unity. We have all loved but no one has loved the same way. Side note: my daughter wanted me to explain to her how gay sex was different than straight sex and I said that I thought everyone made love differently and no two people do it exactly the same way though the principles are the same. I told her each two people have their own language.
I don’t know if I answered her question and I am not even sure where I am going here except to say, poetry is a hell of a lot like sex. When it is good I don’t doubt myself at all, I believe the other person will get it without much explanation and I also hand down think I am the best person for the job. So there you go arrogance, accessibility. Oh and the less I think about it, when I shut my mind off and just ummm write, the better it is.
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I said that I thought everyone made love differently and no two people do it exactly the same way though the principles are the same. I told her each two people have their own language.
i think that was a very beautiful way to describe the love that occurs between 2 people
you get a mommy A+ from me
~jx
It's a big so what for me. In the end, does the idea of accessibility affect how or what I write?(or read?) Obviously, no.
I have been listening to a string quartet written by a modern composer for about 10 years now, that has made absolutely no sense to me. I kept listening though, because this composer has spoken to me in the past. This weekend I listened to the recording about 12 times and suddenly, yesterday, I understood it, I got it. It made complete sense to me. I knew where it was going and why and what it did when it finally arrived.
I think accessibility is the reader's issue, not the writer's.
I've been carrying your book around in a ziplock bag so it won't get dirty. None of my friends know what the hell you're talking about.
My mother, upon receiving her copy of Tarantella.
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