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.
T.L. Morrisey
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