“All they do is brood, dawdle, and
get drunk. No wonder poets don’t age well. / Novelists know there’s another
plot twist or two or ten down the road…. (Novelists must) do everything. Poets,
they just wait for the close-up.” –K.L. Cook, “Poets v. Novelists” (Lost
Soliloquies / www.icecubepress.com). A response? The
ant envies the grasshopper for saying so much with so few words. As opposed to
(we fear) taking so many words to say so little. But novelists often write in
daylight, nourished by sunshine. Poets often write at night in the dark moonscape
of the soul. Yang yin?
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