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Sometimes I feel I’m supposed to make pronouncements about poetry, and poets, and what poets and poetry are doing, or have done, or will do, or should do, that I’m suppose to want to. But I don’t. Not really. I have ideas, yes. I ponder, I pontificate. But I’m never quite sure. I change my mind. I can’t decide. And I don’t really want to. I’m more comfortable with poetry being a landscape of shifting sand than a cement lot. I love the possibility and the multiplicity in that.
Camille Rankine, from “On My Metatextual Uncertainty,” from Harriet: A Poetry Blog. (via literarymiscellany)
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