Showing posts with label frustration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label frustration. Show all posts

2.19.2017

keep an animal

[The poet’s] tragedy is summed up in these word written in a private letter by a contemporary American poet: “For more than a month I have not been able to find time to write anything, and you know how heavy that is to a writer who feels all of youth lost to keep an animal.” Here is the animal, crying to be feed and warmed and housed. Here is the poet, who cannot rest from wanting to set down the bit of reality that he has been able to seize.

—Babette Deutsch, “The Plight of Poetry,” The American Mercury (May 1926)

1.20.2016

higher calling

Frustrated with my poetry, I decided to remake myself into the proverbial ‘ideal reader’.

10.17.2015

end in sight

Always a bad sign in reading a book when you find yourself flipping ahead to see how many pages to the end.

2.25.2006

driven to the dictionary in vain

A poet should be capable of driving the reader to a dictionary now and again; sometimes in frustration for what is not found therein.