These "proverbs" are in dialogue with Bibek Adhikari's "workshop suggestions" and with Lawrence Beck's energetic objections to them! I read the exchange with interest in the hope of learning my own mind.
Proverbs of Tommo
The image, clearly presented, explains itself.
Words should not smell of mildew and Teasdale, but of rummage sales and lilacs, of perfume and perfidy, of coffee and freshly baked bread.
Abstract nouns are generally bad news if too many of them are loitering on the streetcorner. Arm yourself with something palpable: a wheelbarrow, a rhododendron, a pair of old socks!
Yes, give me the woozy certitude of Wonder! The blank unholy logic of Joy! Give me Enthusiasm, which is Exactitude in dancing shoes.
Submit to Mistress Metre until you seduce her into becoming your servant.
Listen to the language. Play with it. Push back against it.
Master the conventions and rubrics, pay heed to the tutors and teachers, the better to subvert them with your own irreplaceable voice.
There's wiser poetic theory in a ladybug on an April hyacinth than in anything I've just jotted here.
Pay attention to your world, O boisterous camerado! It's telling you something that only you can hear.
Essay by Thomas D
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Written on 2020-03-29 at 05:45
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