I’m in the process of editing something so all these strange questions come for me. I have no answers. Well, not exactly. And not while I’m in the midst of this process. What might a book be saying or declaring? Is what it’s not saying as important? But how can we know what it’s not saying? Does a book actually say anything? Didn’t someone write? Well, did they? OK, does even the writer know what they re saying? Could you write a book about what the book isn’t about? What are the words not saying? Is it the words, each of them, or the phrases, or the sentences or lines? Who is or isn’t in the poem? Who is knocking on the door to come into the poem? (Oh, so, here’s a metaphor!) Who doesn’t give a shit? Are these simply random, stumbling questions? Are any questions random? Is it a return of the repressed? What are the book’s gestures? ‘Wo es war, soll ich werden’, anyone? Is the book a symptom of something? So, the book
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Thanks for stopping by. I agree, JJ poems have been few and far between for a while. I'm still in the midst of family business (settling things for my Mum, actually) and work stuff, which all uses up a lot of head space. I may let out some more real soon.
I had a quick look at the Hackney connection and now you mention poets I'll explore 'more better'.
Although I live in Marrickville, I seem to be everywhere but here at most times for the moment. Kinda weird.
Best, Jill
Also enjoyed Annette's pics. Also thanks for including me on your blogroll, I'm still getting used to the technology, hoping to be able to link and add many blogs I visit to my own soon. dancing with technology and will no doubt be doing so for a good while yet.
cheers,
louise