In reality my religion is probably only a form of psychological aberration with a tendency towards mysticism: there is a very particular psychological factor involved — my way of seeing the world, which is perhaps too respectful, too reverential, too childlike: I see everything in the world, objects as well as people and nature with a certain veneration, but this is to do with my character, not with my education and upbringing.
“When we say form, we would seem to be referring to the tangible and quite visible shape of a poem. But that’s only the widest concentric circle of what form is. Form is an invisible map. It leads you from poet to poet, century to century, country to country, language to language, culture to culture. At its most inspired, form traces our inspirations, reverences, and innovations; it’s a palimpsest of song and dance. But at its worst it’s a pyrrhic prize: form as value and for its own sake.”
Rowan Ricardo Phillips