Dorianne Laux

Poetry is an intimate act. It’s about bringing forth something that’s inside you–whether it is a memory, a philosophical idea, a deep love for another person or for the world, or an apprehension of the spiritual. It’s about making something, in language, which can be transmitted to others–not as information, or polemic, but as irreducible art.

Poetry is an intimate act. It’s about bringing forth something that’s inside you–whether it is a memory, a philosophical idea, a deep love for another person or for the world, or an apprehension of the spiritual. It’s about making something, in language, which can be transmitted to others–not as information, or polemic, but as irreducible art.

– Dorianne Laux –

The Poet’s Companion: A Guide To The Pleasures Of Writing Poetry

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