Saturday, August 2, 2014
Extraordinary Discourse 184
My brother once commented, 'Now I get how writers work. You're magpies.' Which we both understood to mean: Writers scavenge from wherever they can, In the case of 'Divine,' I scavenged from Dante, Plato, the Bible, fairy tales, old vampire movies…. When I googled 'magpies' for this statement, I discovered they possess a few more writerly traits: they are clever and often despised, little poètes maudits. The Chinese considered them messengers of joy, but the Scots thought they carried a drop of Satan's blood under their tongues. They are fond of bright objects.
The Best American Poetry 2013
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