The Flesh In The Inkpot

Tolstoy could not have described the process of writing in a better way. Personally, I believe that writing poetry is all a matter of flesh and blood. This is why Paul Engle's quote is a favorite: "poetry is ordinary language raised to the nth power.  Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words." Hand me a quill and the inkpot, please. I think it's time to pour some flesh in it! 

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  1. John Claude SmithApril 12, 2011 at 4:16 AM

    Another example of such visceral poetry, Alessandra. Quite like it! "nerved and blooded with emotion"--wow! Intense!

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  2. Stefania - The Italian BackpackerApril 15, 2011 at 10:42 PM

    I love that quote|

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