Death of the author

[Todd]

personally, I think my poems would be much better exactly as they are if someone else wrote them.

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While I haven't much to add, and my comments on the matter wouldn't be much different from those above, I would like to say that it doesn't detract from the personal feats, aside from literary accomplishments, of the writer; a young prodigy cranking out an epic and some the greatest odes in the language before dying while still in his twenties, or a woman managing some fantastic poems written in soap during the Holocaust, or massive epic being smuggled out of prison in scraps, is still pretty fucking amazing; but the two are not the same thing.

Minor Hijack of the thread. I remember reading Charlotte Delbo's memoir of Auschwitz and pulling this sequence from her prose (which I guess would be Found Poetry):

We watch with eyes that cry out, eyes full of disbelief.
Each face is inscribed with such precision over the icy light, the blue of the sky, that it remains marked there for eternity.
For eternity, these shaven heads, squeezed against one another, bursting with shouts, mouths twisted by cries we do not hear, hands waving in a mute cry.
The cries remain inscribed upon the blue of the sky.

Charlotte Delbo

Horror is often the seed for beautiful writing. That said, this would still be powerful without knowing her background.

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Sorry again...