a poet, you write yourself out of your own stupid self-referencing emo bubble and begin to write as two people — one looking at what you love, and the other watching you write. there’s no way to turn the poem into just another opinionated creig’s list ad for the nobel prize.
writing yourself out of your self-love certainty, that’s to enter empson’s 7th kind of ambiguity, where you float in your language rather than using it to scrub your guilty conscience and sense of embarrassment away, by writing what you couldn’t say to someone to their face cause you’re just chicken… ‘unkown’. and why most things posted in pop poetry sites are stories with wheel-chair ramps so the semi-literate can get a story buzz without too much reading.
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