February 28, 2005
Reading Adrinne Rich in class today. Couple lines jumped out at me, first one from "Cartographies of Silence," at the start of the 7th section.
"It was an old theme even for me:
Language cannot do everything--"
Also, "Diving into the Wreck," about the 8th stanza or so.
"the thing I came for;
the wreck and not the story of the wreck
the thing itself and not the myth
the drowned faces always staring
toward the sun."
These lines stood out for me for what they are, but also for how I see them in relation to my own writing. My poem "Immolation" in particualar comes to mind. Another one, "Of Mediocrity and the Renaissance" feels similar also - basically, writing about writing.
"It was an old theme even for me:
Language cannot do everything--"
Also, "Diving into the Wreck," about the 8th stanza or so.
"the thing I came for;
the wreck and not the story of the wreck
the thing itself and not the myth
the drowned faces always staring
toward the sun."
These lines stood out for me for what they are, but also for how I see them in relation to my own writing. My poem "Immolation" in particualar comes to mind. Another one, "Of Mediocrity and the Renaissance" feels similar also - basically, writing about writing.
