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 LauxI donโt worry anymore about writing. There are times that I go through dry periods. I never go through a block. Iโm always writing, but there are times where Iโm just not on my game, and Iโll use that time to read some new poets, go see some art, walk down to the river and just stare at it, or have a conversation with my sister, or whateverโdo whatever it is that I do in my life, hoping that Iโll get filled up enough. And something will happen, some juggling will happen and boom.
Dorianne LauxI would say my life experiences are my poetry, whether I'm writing about those actual, factual experiences or not.
Dorianne LauxEvery poem I write falls short in some important way. But I go on trying to write the one that wonโt.
Dorianne LauxPoetry is an intimate act. It's about bringing forth something that's inside you--whether it is a memory, a philosophical idea, a deep love for another person or for the world, or an apprehension of the spiritual. It's about making something, in language, which can be transmitted to others--not as information, or polemic, but as irreducible art.
Dorianne Laux