Sunday, 13 April 2014

98. To Write About a Poet (for the Last Time, Maybe)



        beautiful   still
                      something    true
    fragmented
   fluid             share – almost nobody has read
                wonder. Perfection incurs
   rage
Children                fairly
                  ground
                           shredding poets like improvisation.

                 pus, yeah. With us. Certain temptations
          adjust!! Childish?
            Really to make irrefutable claims.
                 Somehow only to prevent interpretations
                       – fell
                      but
oh
Tell                   discourse
                          actual suddenly
                          unfalsifiable descriptions

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  1. Peter Philpott13 April 2014 at 09:40

    “To write about a poet whom almost nobody has read incurs certain temptations, and particularly the temptation to make irrefutable claims and to present interpretations as unfalsifiable descriptions.” John Wilkinson, “Mark Hyatt’s Poésie Brute”, in ed. Louis Armand, Hidden Agendas: Unreported poetics (Litteraria Pragensia Books, 2010), p 62.

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