It might seem odd that, not having eaten meat since 1982, I should become
obsessed with something so very meaty, but Siobhán Campbell’s poem ‘Rump’
in the ...
Tuesday 24 February 2015
Poetic truth
The truth in its literal sense isn't a destination to be found by verse but a point of departure. In fact, an obstinate quest to render certain moments or scenes in a "truthful" way often inhibits a poem. Add a few swirling drops of fiction and a more authentic, arresting and unexpected truth suddenly emerges...
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