I have a vast 'bone pile' of stillborn or abandoned poems along with jottings and wisps from the great beyond that I tend to scan. Sometimes that leads somewhere, and sometimes the Muse is just on sabbatical.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The muses visit when I'm lonely.
I don't look on poetry as closed works. I feel they're going on all the time in my head and I occasionally snip off a length.
You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some of it with you.
I have also written some poems which have not been collected in a volume.
Poetry comes alive to me through recitation.
Poems are endlessly renewable resources. Whatever you bring to them, at whatever stage of life, gets mirrored back, refracted, reread in new ways.
My poems were just kind of all over the place. They had no focus, no location, nothing. Kind of a series of images that could have been set anywhere. A lot of the poems were just exercises for myself.
I gave up on new poetry myself 30 years ago when most of it began to read like coded messages passing between lonely aliens in a hostile world.
I am my own muse, the subject I know best.
I have my permanent muses and my muses of the moment.