I have a different idea of a universal. It is of a universal rich with all that is particular, rich with all the particulars there are, the deepening of each particular, the coexistence of them all.
My task is becoming more and more delicate, while the difficulties increase constantly.
Reason, I sacrifice you to the evening breeze.
Words want to find chimes with each other, things want to connect.
It is no use painting the foot of the tree white, the strength of the bark cries out from beneath the paint.
Obviously one of the things that poets from Northern Ireland and beyond – had to try to make sense of was what was happening on a day-to-day political level.
For whatever reason, people, including very well-educated people or people otherwise interested in reading, do not read poetry.
The other side of it is that, despite all that, people reach out to poetry at the key moments in their lives.
My definition of modernism took a while to develop.
It seems to me the structure of the Quartets is too imposed.