![]() ![]() Here are half-formed thoughts and notations, jottings on scraps of paper, repurposed surfaces covered in faint, inconsistent marks. Her envelope poems as they have become known (now they are translated into printed form), hover within a realm of doubt and uncertainty, which is the realm of the draft. Emily Dickinson’s manuscripts hover over doubt and uncertainty. They remind me that all creative thought is thought-in-parts, thought still working itself out, unfinished or incomplete in some way. ![]() This is why I like working with poetry manuscripts. No reaching after irritable fact and reason as Keats put it in his famous definition of negative capability. Art is rarely right it is built upon mistakes, trials and errors, crossings-out, doubt and uncertainty. We strike out those who do revise, those who hover and haver. It is not fashionable to revise opinions, to be supple or pliant, to accommodate other points of view. To be right is the only way to be a person, someone seen and known, a visible entity. We live in world where no one can be wrong, we can only be right. ![]()
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