I have sat through many Q & A’s after poetry readings and have always been bored. I am against Q & A’s; I believe the poetry audience should be allowed to sit with the feelings and imaginings evoked by the poetry itself, should go home with them, and let them nourish their dream life.
—Doug Anderson, essay “In Praise of Aporia,” published in Plume #164 April 2025
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Showing posts with label questions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label questions. Show all posts
4.22.2025
4.05.2022
asking the wrong questions
I thought more highly of him as a poet before he interviewed another poet.
8.28.2017
a few more questions to ask
Not so much an interview as it was a debriefing of the poet after she’d published her latest book.
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book,
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interrogation,
interview,
questions
7.01.2016
lay bare
The purpose of art is to lay bare the questions hidden by the answers.
—James Baldwin, "The Creative Process" in The National Cultural Center's Creative America (1962), reprinted in The Price of the Ticket (1985)
—James Baldwin, "The Creative Process" in The National Cultural Center's Creative America (1962), reprinted in The Price of the Ticket (1985)
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answers,
art is,
questions,
what's art for
10.16.2015
always hungry
These, then, are Robinson’s kinds of originality, of poetic value—all of them subtle and half hidden, muffled and disturbing, answering little but asking those questions that are unpardonable, unforgettable, and necessary.
It is curious and wonderful that this scholarly, intelligent, childlike, tormented New England stoic, “always hungry for the nameless,” always putting in the reader’s mouth “some word that hurts your tongue,” useless for anything but his art, protected by hardier friends all his life, but enormously courageous and utterly dedicated (he once told Chard Powers Smith at the very end of his life, “I could never have done anything but write poetry”), should have brought off what in its quiet, searching, laborious way is one of the most remarkable accomplishments of modern poetry.
—James Dickey, “Edward Arlington Robinson,” Babel to Byzantium: Poets and Poetry Now (Ecco Press, 1981)
It is curious and wonderful that this scholarly, intelligent, childlike, tormented New England stoic, “always hungry for the nameless,” always putting in the reader’s mouth “some word that hurts your tongue,” useless for anything but his art, protected by hardier friends all his life, but enormously courageous and utterly dedicated (he once told Chard Powers Smith at the very end of his life, “I could never have done anything but write poetry”), should have brought off what in its quiet, searching, laborious way is one of the most remarkable accomplishments of modern poetry.
—James Dickey, “Edward Arlington Robinson,” Babel to Byzantium: Poets and Poetry Now (Ecco Press, 1981)
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e. a. robinson,
james dickey,
laborious,
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poet's life,
questions,
quiet,
searching,
useless
7.06.2015
one more question
I’m all for some Socratic doubt in a poem, but this poet had a question mark in every other line. Did the poet want the reader to write the poem by giving all the answers?
8.27.2014
more than was asked
A poet who had smart answers to even the daft questions posed by the interviewer.
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