12-21-2015, 06:07 PM
"Emotion recollected in tranquillity' was how Wordsworth defined poetry.
But that's not how it works for everyone, is it?
When I sit down with a moleskine notebook on a nice patch of green grass, under a blue sky, I start thinking about the lives of ants. Or how I should go for a long hike the following weekend. Or what's for dinner.
Or the risks of a polonium diet.
Anything but poetry. Tranquillity puts me to sleep. I can write only when life's practically ending and the mortgage is due.
Was Wordsworth wrong? Of course he was, says Sylvia Plath. But who reads Plath?
What's wrong with a Polonium diet?
Discuss.
But that's not how it works for everyone, is it?
When I sit down with a moleskine notebook on a nice patch of green grass, under a blue sky, I start thinking about the lives of ants. Or how I should go for a long hike the following weekend. Or what's for dinner.
Or the risks of a polonium diet.
Anything but poetry. Tranquillity puts me to sleep. I can write only when life's practically ending and the mortgage is due.
Was Wordsworth wrong? Of course he was, says Sylvia Plath. But who reads Plath?
What's wrong with a Polonium diet?
Discuss.