12-04-2017, 02:05 PM
(12-04-2017, 09:29 AM)rowens Wrote: I admit that I've never wandered far from that slippery line where a 5 year old's poem to his mother and a wolf's footprints in the snow are as powerful as a play by Shakespeare or a short story by Kafka or Chekhov. I think I keep meeting my attractive, too young or old for me muses while slipping around on that line.i think in art nowadays, including poetry to a certain degree, the pendulum swing is heavily in the direction of formal perfectionism. that being the case it seems only right to go in the opposite direction. not chaos, per se, but experimentation. it’s time to try to shake up the aesthetic—it’s always someone’s project in any given time period, so why not ours?
but it’s a difficult thing to do. it’s easier to be a cartographer than an explorer: this way Shakespeare... that way Joyce... and back again—of course, these are not the only directions but are representative of two relative extremes. going off the beaten track is riskier and has unique dangers, like finding yourself not off track at all, but just unwittingly stumbling around on a dreadfully cliche side of the map.