My sense of poetry, as an object and in a formal sense, is that if you push it and it doesn’t like what you’re up to it will push you back. Hard.
My sense of poetry, as an object and in a formal sense, is that if you push it and it doesn’t like what you’re up to it will push you back. Hard.
“I walked along a highway. I was looking for a place to sit down, for some grass I could walk in, for a wood I could explore. I walked for hours. All land on both sides of the highway, cultivated and wild, was private. I had to keep walking on the highway. I thought that people today when they move move only by car, train, boat, or plane and so move only on roads. They perceive only the roads, the map, the prison. I think it’s becoming harder to get off the roads.”
Kathy Acker