Thursday, April 15, 2010

Wendell Barry

So I read some stories and poetry by Wendell Barry in one of his books. At first I was looking too closely at the words. "This doesn't rhyme" I said. "How can this be poetry?" I asked. Then I let go, and just read. Pictures formed in my mind. I've never been to Fort Royal, Kentucky but I could see it in my mind. This is poetry, this is good stuff, this is better than the junk I write. This is beautiful. I have more to read I know, but it's a good start.

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