Driven to Poetry
Dominique de Villepin has finished an 800 page book on poetry, essays and poets: In Praise of Those Who Stole the Fire.
This eulogy owes nothing to artifice or chance. It has ripened inside me since childhood.
From the bottom of my pockets, stuck to the back of my smock, hidden in the corner of abacuses, poetry gushed out, scribbled on scraps of paper, anxiety drove my mother to stick poems everywhere, in verse or prose, quatrains or alexandrines.
{Paging Dr. Freud.}
I'm driven to poetry:
Monsieur de Villepin
reads all the poetry he can
And though he got stomped on by Powell
He didn't write Howl
Posted by campbell at May 23, 2003 11:00 PM
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