White Space

We like books that

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We like books that have a lot of dreck in them, matter which presents itself as not wholly relevant (or indeed, at all relevant) but which, carefully attended to, can supply a kind of “sense” of what is going on. This “sense” is not to be obtained by reading between the lines (for there is … Read more

I think I’m still

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I think I’m still just as conflicted about the war as I always was. On the one hand, I was a soldier carrying out his duty, following his allegiance to his country and to the mission at hand. But yet, there was always this unease plaguing me. What are we doing here? Are we really … Read more

I’m a compulsive enjamber.

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I’m a compulsive enjamber. I’m drawn to half-meanings created by the line, so that’s definitely an element of craft that’s always on my mind. And I’m a big devotee of the short line, of couplets and tercets, and of irregular stanzas with lots of white space. I’ve got to give the dense language room to … Read more

The poet is born

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The poet is born with the capacity of arranging words in such a way that something of the quality of the graces and inspirations he has received can make itself felt to other human beings in the white spaces, so to speak, between the lines of his verse. This is a great and precious gift; … Read more