Although I claimed to be a poet, although my supposed talent as a writer had earned me my fellowship in Spain, I tended to find lines of poetry beautiful only when I encountered them quoted in prose, in the essays my professors had assigned in college, where the line breaks were replaced with slashes, so that what was communicated was less a particular poem than the echo of poetic possibility.
Less a Particular Poem than the Echo of Poetic Possibility – “Leaving the Atocha Station”, Ben Lerner
November 6th, 2012 · No Comments · Criticism, Culture, Poetry
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