I don't know whether I should be writing this --
I have been too moved (by tears) this whole day --
stunned -- by that moment which is of "personal daring".
I wonder how one can be so daring in one's magnanimity,
wisdom, and humility. Most of this poet's oeuvre kept
rotating like an unbelievable story of daring -- moral daring
that is not in the least a sign of weak-kneed cowardice
for cowards cannot be so truthful as to risk infamy --
but this goes beyond infamy or praise. It brings
me to the meditative incantation of FQ.
Thanks for strumming the note.
Nancy Gish wrote:
>In any case, daring
>moments are not very present
in any of the poetry, and when they are
>possible, whoever is speaking tends to fail.
You must be speaking in terms of subject or illustration. //Who can
know the dares another might take in his writing? --those moments that
are of personal daring. In any work that stand out from the mass of
works, it is likely that many such moments are in fact present.// They
may be grammatical or typographical; they needn't be biographical, for
instance, to be daring to the dare-er.
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