This is National Poetry Month, and so I’ve been reading the works of Robert Lowell and Elizabeth Bishop, two of the foremost American poets of their generation, and lifelong friends. I’ve long been fascinated by Lowell’s poem “The Scream,” which he said he “derived from” a short story by Bishop that was published in 1953 in the
Finding someone whose personal history resonates so powerfully with one's own, being a writer almost obliges one to reflect it. I'm not sure how I'd react if it happened to me to this extent, but I'd like to be able to take it as a compliment, and hope it had a cathartic effect. Thanks for the story.
happy poetry month!
Finding someone whose personal history resonates so powerfully with one's own, being a writer almost obliges one to reflect it. I'm not sure how I'd react if it happened to me to this extent, but I'd like to be able to take it as a compliment, and hope it had a cathartic effect. Thanks for the story.
I am left thinking about what motivates an author to write, and the effect the writing has on the author.
That's why church is still valid - could we ask church to support transformation from victims to artists with self leverage instead self subortage