Yesterday, among all my canning and krauting tasks, I managed also to find time to begin copying out Z. Herbert's poem "Trial." And as I was transcribing the first stanza, sitting with my notebook at the kitchen table, with the harvest bubbling or burping on stove or countertop, a sentence, which was also an idea, suddenly came to me:
The creation of poetry requires a formalized loneliness.
2 comments:
Interesting... that choice of the words "formalized loneliness" as opposed to, say, structured solitude. I hope you'll follow up with more thoughts on this.
We're drowning here in the D.C. area, with many roads closing because of flash flooding. I can't remember having so many endless days of heavy rain like we've been getting. Hope the rains up there have let up.
True!
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