Are Things Coming Together Again?

Decades ago, I read somewhere---I cannot recall where, and I am not entirely sure I am remembering exactly accurately---that John Milton claimed that Poetry flowed best between summer's end and its next beginning.  For almost all of the time I have been writing Poetry, I have found that mine seems (and seems is the operative word, here) to proceed better from the day after Labor Day to the week or so before my birthday very near to the end of astronomical spring.  (This is also, and quite coinvidentally, almost parallel to the cycle of my conception---by two high school students in September, 1957---and fetal development until the day of my birth.)

    

As of the weekend of Thanksgiving, my medical affliction will have lasted three years.  I have not felt up to attempting another long poem---unless one considers my Ad Astra series a single poem in many parts (but I do not look at it as such).  


Over the previous couple of nights, I have encountered a combination of poems and comments written by other fine Poets that have returned to me the impetus to approach some ideas for long Poems (I am paraphrasing something Eliot said in about 1920 or 21) I have had in mind.  Because my failures at long poems have been more numerous than my successes, I cannot promise successful completion of any of the three long poems I am now contemplating.  I can only promise to make a concentrated and enthusiastic effort.

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Spinoza's picture

a curious thing

 

Curiously, I always feel a greater bubbling of creativity come Autumn. I don’t know what it is, but it definitely starts stirring-up from October onward. I think as we spend more time indoors, we also spend more time, within ourselves.

 

 

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Thank you very much.  I am

Thank you very much.  I am glad to know someone else experiences this as well.


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