The grappling with craft to turn it into art?
Your self-worth? Your
self-expression? Your sense of identity?
Likes and shares on social
media?
Your Mum? Your muse? Your mentor? Your need for a job in C.W.? Funding? Prizes? Publication?
Is your poetry simply for yourself? If so, why do you bother
to seek publication? For a sense of validation?
Your readers? But who are they?
Where are they? Why might they want to read your poems? How might you reach
them? Do you care about them?
I want to mention apparent allusions that have struck me in two recent
poems. One is in A Bird Called Elaeus, David Constantine’s brilliant book
of version...
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