Hello, hello, and welcome to the middle of the week, dear readers. If you are feeling a little run down or if Friday is feeling a bit too far away, I encourage you to check out Writer’s Quote Wednesday, a weekly event hosted by Colleen of Silver Threading and Ronovan of Ronovan Writes.
For my contribution this week, I have chosen a quote from the poet, A. Davida Jane.
A. Davida Jane is a queer, 19-year-old poet and aspiring novelist from Wellington, New Zealand. She studies English Literature and Classics at university. She spends most of her time around words, from poetry, novels and essays to working in a bookstore, and can’t imagine ever not writing.
The poet is the most
honest part of me.
It’s hard to lie when you write a poem.
I think it has something to do with the fact that, with poetry, every single word matters. The way you arrange the words matter. Even the number of lines you write and where you place the commas matters. Everything in a poem is something. It’s hard to twist, exaggerate, or obscure when everything holds such weight.
To tell a lie with poetry feels like a very serious thing. It feels shameful in a deep way that there would be no excuse for.
Poetry reveals something in a way that no other writing form can. It says what needs to be said plainly. Not plainly as in simple and easy to understand but plainly as in it brings to the surface a feeling, a moment, a feature of a person, of all humans, and of some time, maybe all time.
Now, that doesn’t mean that the events in the poem happened the way the poet is saying they did, or that they happened at all. In fact, I am starting to wonder if it is a feature of writing poetry that the events must be written as if you are viewing them out of order and through a fun house mirror.
Time moves differently in poetry, and the memory of the perception of the event can’t be trusted.
The events might be made up, but the feeling is something real. The feeling actually happened to the poet and the feeling happened just the way the poet says it did. The poem tells a truth about what is happening inside the poet.No one can write a poem that doesn’t reveal themselves. That’s what make the craft so exciting and scary. That is what is drawing me to it.
Sometimes you tell a truth you didn’t know was true. Sometimes you end up telling a truth that you never meant to tell. Sometimes you tell a truth about yourself, and sometimes you tell a truth about every person. Usually, it’s both. Sometimes a poem feels confusing of hard to understand; that’s because feelings are so often confusing and hard to understand.
I suppose a poem is like a mirror. It reveals something but explains nothing. A poem reflects a true image and makes an honest person out of all who try to reflect something onto the world.
You can’t lie to a mirror, and you can’t lie through a poem.
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