this is another blessing of the memento kind. i heart poets.
“The poet must, often uneasily, often tentatively, find her own unique answer to the question of place, be it through language, through connectedness with a particular geographical locale, or through an understanding and acceptance of a particular historical experience. There is even the possibility of possessing a land or a place imaginatively-in the manner in which Australian Aborigines are said to possess their land. As poets we often create and dwell each within our own spirit country.” (67)
“But always in performance is the completion of poetry. Without it poetry is the sound of one hand clapping.” (118)
Fiction is about telling lies, but you must be scathingly honest in telling those lies.
Poetry is about truth-telling, but you need the lie-the artifice of the form-to tell those truths.” (141)