It's been a while since I last a wrote a complete poem. I've got some scribbles down. In the meantime, in effort to become more skillful in my craft I've taken to reading some the well known poets of our time. Tonight I was reading E.E. Cummings and Joyce and ran across this pontification by James Joyce:
"Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt in a certain sense, against actuality. It speaks of that which seems unreal and fantastic to those who have lost the simple intuitions which are the tests of reality. Poetry considers many of the idols of the market place unimportant - the succession of the ages, the spirit of the age, the mission of the race. The poet's central effort it to free himself from the unfortunate influence of these idols that corrupt him from without and within...."
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