Forging Words

I often compare writing lines to forging. It's a tough work that needs three essential elements: darkness, strength and sparks. If you never read Seamus Heaney's "The Forge", you probably should. That poem does capture the essence of poetry making. Where is my anvil? Where is my hammer? It's time to smite some words...

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  1. John Claude SmithMay 11, 2011 at 7:02 AM

    I need to find that poem, and I love how you mentioned the anvil and the hammer, Alessandra. (You know why.) Larry and Jack would be proud. ;-)

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  2. Alessandra BavaMay 11, 2011 at 10:15 AM

    Yes, but no sickles in the forge! ;)

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  3. C. Margery KempeMay 11, 2011 at 7:57 PM

    Well, not yet.

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