Literally, this shit is falling into my lap. Random occurances lead to associations lead to stuff I need to type on my blog.
ARS (fill in latinesque sounding word here)
Poetica (typically a poem pertaining to nature)
W.S. Merwin
To the Book
Go on then
in your own time
this is as far as I will take you
I am leaving your words with you
as though they had been yours
all the time
of course you are not finished
how can you be finished
when the morning begins again
or the moon rises
even the words are not finished
thought they may claim to be
nevermind
I will not be
listening when they say
how you should be different in some way
you will be able to tell them
that the fault was all mine
whoever I was
when I made you up
ANYWAY. This is just one example of the ever fear inducing question-
Can we differentiate the author and the art?
It seems all critiques, theorize that the two are inseperable.
Could this be Merwin dismissing his critiques? or just addressing criticisms of poetry?
This ties in to one of many ideas discussed in…
constantonslaught
