It is an affliction, isn't it? Poetry, I mean. I once read an interview with Benedict Kiely, the Irish fiction writer, who had just sent the manuscript of his great novel Nothing Happens in Carmincross off to his publisher. The interviewer (my friend and fellow poet Kathleen Cain) asked him how putting it in the mail made him feel. Kiely told her, "Ach, it was like spittin' poison outta me system!" Same for poets....
It is an affliction, isn't it? Poetry, I mean. I once read an interview with Benedict Kiely, the Irish fiction writer, who had just sent the manuscript of his great novel Nothing Happens in Carmincross off to his publisher. The interviewer (my friend and fellow poet Kathleen Cain) asked him how putting it in the mail made him feel. Kiely told her, "Ach, it was like spittin' poison outta me system!" Same for poets....
ReplyDelete...a spittin' image!
ReplyDeleteThank you for writing a poem for my birthday!
ReplyDeleteAnd: what happened to your curly hair?