Tuesday, September 14, 2004

All I can do is trust the ear. All my theorizing about poetry is an attempt to reconcile what I believe with what my ear tells me to do. The ear rarely instructs me toward dissonance, though it does love complexity. Repetition with a difference makes music. Music's efficacy gets undermined by thought, by subject matter, by putting language and the inscribed, noisemaking body alongside thought. A fragment:
think in language not about it
it's boring it's an it
dissolving under the tongue
it's a scarf over your eyes
light not lines gets through

                               what isn't the case shall save us
                               the world is not what worlds

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