And I saw it didn't matter who had loved me or who I loved. I was alone. The black oily asphalt, the slick beauty of the Iranian attendant, the thickening clouds--nothing was mine. And I understood finally, after a semester of philosophy, a thousand books of poetry, after death and childbirth and the startled cries of men who called out my name as they entered me, I finally believed I was alone, felt it in my actual, visceral heart, heard it echo like a thin bell.
Dorianne LauxJoseph [Millar] is much more disciplined than I am. He's up every morning meditating, then he writes, and he reads throughout the day. He probably reads ten books to my two and writes twice as much as I do.
Dorianne LauxWe aren't suggesting that mental instability or unhappiness makes one a better poet, or a poet at all; and contrary to the romantic notion of the artist suffering for his or her work, we think these writers achieved brilliance in spite of their suffering, not because of it.
Dorianne LauxWe all get habituated, right? You get up in the morning, have your coffee, and read your newspaper, and thatโs great. Everybody loves life in its mundane, daily aspects. Itโs what makes us feel secure. But I also start to go numb a little bit and I donโt see whatโs around me. So I put myself in a new situation and suddenly Iโm really seeing the person next to me, hearing music, and Iโm smelling, and I canโt help but want to write it down.
Dorianne Laux