Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts

8.15.2021

dwindling supplies

A poet who could legitimately fear running out of words.

4.21.2021

not again

Except in a poem’s refrain, poets should fear repeating themselves.

1.29.2020

waist deep and weilding

The intrepid poet wades into language without fear.

10.03.2019

easy writer

Writers don’t fear their facility even though it’s that talent which most threatens their true work.

2.13.2019

up to the chin

The poet wades into words unafraid of what the depths hold.

10.31.2016

fear factor

Every once and a while a poem should scare you. Either because of its subject or because you don’t even recognize the aesthetic.

8.29.2016

break in the action

The longer you’ve written poems, the less you fear those periods when nothing is forthcoming.

5.10.2015

poem is maw

People fear poetry because it engulfs all other forms of language. Poetry is the ever voracious text.

10.20.2014

stop sign

In order not to fear the period, the writer must think of it as a way station or jumping off place.

11.27.2012

fear of falling

With white knuckles the letters of the poem clung to the page, fearing they’d be knocked off the anthology page at any moment.

12.10.2011

sharp rebound

Complex and subtle interests, which the mind spins for itself may occupy art and poetry or our own spirits for a time; but sooner or later they come back with a sharp rebound to the simple elementary passions—anger, desire, regret, pity, and fear; and what corresponds to them in the sensuous world—bare, abstract, fire, water, air, tears, sleep, silence, and what De Quincey has called the ‘glory of motion’. [99]

—Walter Pater, “Aesthetic Poetry,” Essays on Literature and Art (J.M Dent & Sons, 1973)

3.20.2010

utter limits

Wholly unafraid of writing about anything.

9.08.2008

face value

Of course the facile are afraid of the self.