
The Sestina and Me
I reflect on the completion of my wintry fingertrap sestina, “Whirling Still.”
I reflect on the completion of my wintry fingertrap sestina, “Whirling Still.”
Tensions, resistance, doubling-down, or just an itch to try and invent something? Either way, hybrid poetic forms are the real tradition of writing verse.
Tensions, resistance, doubling-down, or just an itch to try and invent something? Either way, hybrid poetic forms are the real tradition of writing verse.
We’ll call our exploration one of Daemon Maps, where any superior or superior inspiration guiding or discoverable by us (be it intentional, by D(d)esign, or by Law of Physics) is not necessarily ultimate, but graspable within our single local lifetimes.
“One issue with the defense of Twain’s original text is the claim that such an historical center exists and that such grounds are worth preserving.”
Much could be read of this frustration, of how we never know where we will end, of whether our efforts are worthwhile or will be doomed to failure—that we can hope for little more than failed communication.
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