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Audre Lorde
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When one is not a poet, the only choice left is to get as close as possible. The apprenticeship is forever and worth each agonizing, deleted, reconsidered word that moves one forward.
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4 comments:
I wish I could transfer my dreams into words, as others have done here, Marylinn. What music I might create. But I am too earth bound.
As you say we can only try.
Elisabeth - That is the feeling exactly, too earth bound. Certainly now and for a while. Perhaps it is something from which one may recover. I will hold that thought for us. xo
poetry is distillation, a gathering in and impressionistic. without it, we are poor.
Beth - Part of the post that didn't get posted talked of alchemy - the distillation aspect of the process. Without poetry, we are less than poor, we are lost. Tonight, in this moment as I feel somewhere south of 30, I'll just add: POETS ROCK. xo
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