I read somewhere that much of what drives Greek tragedies are errors of placement, people being where they shouldn’t be, placing themselves, psychologically or physically, in positions they shouldn’t inhabit. In the way great literature often shines a lamp onto real life, I began to see these kinds of errors of placement around me. And my memories of misplacement began to talk to each other as I composed this poem over several nights.
Kevin Prufer on "A Dog Barking into the Night" |
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On Medieval Poets & Climate Change
"For Gawain, much as for Dylan Thomas, the force that through the green fuse drives the flower is our destroyer—not our savior. But what medieval poets see with painful clarity is that, by refusing to accept that nature isn’t here for us to exploit, willy-nilly, we are only giving that green force, as it were, a green horse to ride on.'"
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What Sparks Poetry:
Jared Stanley on "So Tough"
"When the forests (it’s more precise to call them plantations) burn now, it’s a massive conflagration. We downwinders are trapped under a persistent, poisonous haze that sticks around for sometimes six weeks. Under the smoke, it’s hard to breathe, and one feels trapped—by the material, particulate fact of the smoke, yes, but also by an atmosphere of dense thoughtlessness, a failed image of the world that the smoke has come to represent." |
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