Writing poetry about breaches of peace, be they personal, political, or ecological, is of the utmost importance and utterly necessary. But I quite wanted to try and focus on the gentle and friendlier parts of a life.
I like the idea of composing poems that examine what happens when things turn out a bit lovely. Poems that interrogate that which occurs when everyone has worked together, knowingly or not, to help us arrive on the sand of life’s summer holiday. We arrive there to find that not only has someone spread out a towel for us, but there’s also not a cloud in the wide blue sky.
Jack Houston, Toward a Fabulanarchist Poetics.
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