. . . We love fog because it shifts old anomalies into the elements surrounding them. It gives relief from a way of seeing
Eavan BolandRead
I had grown up as an Irish poet in a country where the distance between vision and imagination was not quite as wide as in some other countries.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the close relationship between vision and imagination in Ireland, particularly in the context of poetry.
Eavan Boland's quote highlights her experience as an Irish poet, suggesting that the cultural environment in Ireland allows for a more harmonious relationship between what one envisions and what one imagines. In some countries, this gap might be wider, indicating that the Irish landscape and its literary tradition facilitate a unique creative process where vision and imagination work together seamlessly.
In practice
In a discussion about the influence of culture on artistic expression.
. . . We love fog because it shifts old anomalies into the elements surrounding them. It gives relief from a way of seeing
Poetry begins where language starts: in the shadows and accidents of one personβs life.
When I was young, I struggled with authorship: with everything the word meant and failed to mean. Irish poetry was heavy with custom. Sometimes at night, when I tried to write, a ghost hand seemed to hold mine. Where could my life, my language fit in?
There is nothing settled about a poet's identity. The becoming doesn't stop because the being has been achieved. They proceed together, attached in ways that are hard to be exact about.
If a poet does not tell the truth about time, his or her work will not survive it. Past or present, there is a human dimension to time, human voices within it, and human griefs ordained by it.
Our present will become the past of other men and women. We depend on them to remember it with the complexity with which it was suffered. As others, once, depended on us.
Pianists call me a composer, composers call me a pianist. The classicists think me a futurist, and the futurists call me a reactionary.
For, I must tell you, in this world where today all lose their minds over many & wondrous Machines - some of which, alas, you can see also in this Siege - I construct Aristotelian Machines, that allow anyone to see with Words.
And for the last three minutes on the wind of a windless day I have heard the sound of drums and flute.
This is the gift all writers seek-to write language that incandesces yet does not melt.
Music is structure out of Chaos
To call Clive Barker a 'horror novelist' would be like calling the Beatles a 'garage band'... He is the great imaginer of our time. He knows not only our greatest fears, but also what delights us, what turns us on, and what is truly holy in the world. Haunting, bizarre, beautiful.
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