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Mar. 29th, 2012 12:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
And how have I used rivers, how have I used wars
to escape writing of the worst thing of all—
not the crimes of others, not even our own death,
but the failure to want our freedom passionately enough
so that blighted elms, sick rivers, massacres would seem
mere emblems of that desecration of ourselves?
Never knew quite what to make of her, despite her detailed instructions about what to make of her.
to escape writing of the worst thing of all—
not the crimes of others, not even our own death,
but the failure to want our freedom passionately enough
so that blighted elms, sick rivers, massacres would seem
mere emblems of that desecration of ourselves?
Never knew quite what to make of her, despite her detailed instructions about what to make of her.
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Date: 2012-03-29 08:51 pm (UTC)I like her much more as a poet now than I did then, and wish that I hadn't found her so off-putting in person.
And yet that's sort of odd, since generally my disappointment with poets is that they're not their poetic personae, are much more diluted, or selfish, or distracted. And even if they aren't, well, they're not speaking to me, but their poems did. She wasn't any of those things though: she was pretty much what she should have been as the writer of that poetry. But she didn't get that I wasn't that different from what I should have been as the reader of that poetry. At least I didn't think I was, and I felt and continue to feel that the best judge for whether I'm a good reader for a poem is me. (I also think that's what teaching is about: teaching people what they need to be able to judge whether they're good readers of poems.)
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Date: 2012-03-29 09:34 pm (UTC)