Im a firm believer in learning by heart.
I've always associated the moment of writing with a moment of lift, of joy, of unexpected reward.
Even if the last move did not succeed, the inner command says move again.
Poetry cannot afford to lose its fundamentally self-delighting inventiveness, its joy in being a process of language as well as a representation of things in the world.
Behaviour that's admired is the path to power among people everywhere.
Irish readers, British readers, American readers: is it odd that I haven't a clue about how differently they react? Or better say, I cannot find the words to describe my hunch about them.