In
1975 I published "The Insecurity of Art", an essay describing that
poets need to begin from a place of not knowing, of insecurity, and this becomes a place of discovery. I write out of what I have experienced and sometimes this is also a place of darkness, we've all experienced darkness at some time in our lives: some are lost in a dark forest; others have
descended to the underworld; and some of us had to begin life again in middle
age, for nothing was as we believed. But darkness is also a place of creativity, of self-awareness, of rebirth and vision. And so I ask, what can be seen in the immensity of this darkness no
matter how dark it is? It took me many years to know what is obvious to others; that tiny dot of light in the darkness is the
discovery of love in one's life. It is greater than any darkness.
Wednesday, January 4, 2023
Deletions from an Introduction for a Selected Poems (3)
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