What you compose with is neither here nor there, you compose with words, or you compose with stone plants and trees, or you compose with events; the Sheriff’s officer, or whatever.
Category Archive: October 28
But I can only write what the muse allows me to write. I cannot choose, I can only do what I am given, and I feel pleased when I feel close to concrete poetry – still.
For me concrete poetry was a particular way of using language which came out of a particular feeling, and I don’t have control over whether this feeling is in me or not.
I am always a beginner. I only try to include different parts of life; the pastoral, the tragic, et cetera.
I am not a modern man, I am just a wee old fashioned one.