After being called “literary vomit,” “vulgar,” “zero,” and “ashamed to read it” … this feedback warms my heart 💕☕️
Thank you, Dave!
I’m reading now Charles Bukowski on Writing (highly recommend, the book is his private letters)… two excerpts about writing and critique:
- Too many poets work too consciously at their stuff and when you see their work in print, they seem to be saying… see here, old man, just look at THIS POEM. I might even say that a poem should not be a poem, but more a chunk of something that happens to come out right. I do not believe in techniques or schools or sissies… I believe in grasping at the curtains like a drunken monk… and tearing them down, down, down.
- Mr. Noble* believes I am being brash and sexy when I speak of “fumbling with flat breasts.” There is nothing less sexy, though certainly there are things less brash. It is a tragedy of poetry and life, these flat breasts, and those of us who live life as well as write about it must realize that if we outstay our feelings on this we might as well ignore the fall of Rome, or ignore cancer, or the piano works of Chopin. Etc.