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Saturday, March 19, 2005 |
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from C. D. Wright, "The Wages of Poetry" "I aim never to be satisfied with my original position, be it social or intellectual, nor to escape it. I aim to intensify my own sense of definition while minimizing the need for distinctions. This may necessitate groping along the cold walls of silence. Lately silence, as a high poetic value, has begun to seep into the marrow. Lately silence, as the formal element I have been missing, has shattered the noise. I long to surprise myself, quietly; to proceed from an increasingly less protected vantage. But never again to assume my class is not legible. I have a terrible accent. I see no reason to lose it." 6:46:34 PM  comment []
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