18 ene. 2006

I'm interested in that gap between what we think something is and what it actually is. Or the gap between what I think a particular writer is when I'm reading the work, and when I'm just thinking about the writer in the abstract. For example, I might have ideas x, y, and z about Creeley when I'm not reading him, but discover that none of them is true when I actually am in the act of reading. Yet I revert back to my old ideas to a certain extent after a while of not reading. That's the first concept I have about poetry.

It's never exactly what you think it is.

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