January 2021 with hope and persistence
Clearing up my computer desktop, on 31st December, I jettisoned:
What I kept was a file titled ‘In it he posits that poetry’ – an extract of a critique of the late, lamented Tony Hoagland’s work – I forget who by – which reads, “one feels with Tony’s work a sense of the self as a performer lost within and fascinated by the enveloping circus of life, a self insulted by tawdry reality, suffused at times with anger, arriving often at the comic good sense of ‘What else can you do?’—except to say, as best you can, what you think and feel.”
My resolution for the year ahead? To write as best I can what I see, think and feel. In doing that I hope to be not drowning but waving.
The Rialto; Nora Hughes' Under Divis Mountain (Templar)); and re-reading Emergency Kit (Faber)