the attempt to control poetry, to subordinate it to extra-poetic ends, constitutes misuse.
we are far too used to the assumption that poetry and poets will be there when we want them, no matter how long they have been ignored, taken for granted, misused. After all, isn't poetry a form of prophecy, and aren't prophets known for their talent for flourishing in inhospitable deserts and other bleak surroundings? Maybe. But maybe not indefinitely.
You cannot escape sex. It will track you to the ends of the earth.
. . . the attempt to control poetry, to subordinate it to extrapoetic ends, constitutes misuse. . . . it may be poetry's stubborn quality of rockbottom, intrinsic uselessness whichconstitutes the guarantee of its integrity, and hence of its ultimate value to us.
I sometimes have the sense that I live my life as a writer with my nose pressed against the wide, shiny plate glass window of the"mainstream" culture. The world seems full of straight, large-circulation, slick periodicals which wouldn't think of reviewing my book and bookstores which will never order it.
Terry Goodkind
Thomas Merton
Pat Martin
Les Dennis
Ed Harris
Matt Skiba
Sherwood Washburn
Frithjof Schuon
Jean Prouve
Irena Sendler
Martti Ahtisaari
Lorraine Toussaint
