At every poetry conference [Donald] taught, he commanded his fifty or so participants:
You are here at this conference to make—not just your own art—but the art of at least one other person here better and fuller and richer. You are here to fall so much in love with another person's poems that you would give all your art over to them—freely, deeply, unhesitatingly—so that these poems, and their poet, can become more beautifully and movingly true.
Irrespective of whether this can possibly be true every time, a heart-expanding inclination, no?
N.
thanks for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteI love the opening-- "you are here at this conference to make--not just your own art--" mysterious! And satisfying. Thanks, Nicole.
ReplyDeletethis is a beautiful expression of what it means to write in solitude and community at once (as we are now)...
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