POEM IN THE COMPANY OF AUGUSTE PONS AND PETIN THE SHORT Auguste walks round
his car, stroking its bonnet,staring in admiration at its lovely
carburettor.He...
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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Poetic truth
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