"She knows all too well how strange and abnormal the everyday world can be. In this she follows in the path of one of her artistic lodestars, the American poet William Stafford."
The Darkness Around Us Is Deep. Several of these poems are in the chapbook.
As I was researching new names for my blog, I happened on the Friends of William Stafford website and his poem, "How These Words Happened."
When I read "How These Words Happened," I imagine Stafford at his early morning work. There is magic in those hours, so close to sleep.
How These Words Happened
by William Stafford
In winter, in the dark hours, when others
were asleep, I found these words and put them
together by their appetites and respect for
each other. In stillness, they jostled. They traded
meanings while pretending to have only one.
Monstrous alliances never dreamed of before
began. Sometimes they lost. Never again
do they separate in this world.
Read the rest of the poem here -- that's at Friends of Stafford. Oddly, there's a slightly different version posted at a couple of websites. Here is one. It's amazing how a couple of changed words affect the poem. My guess is the second version is "correct." I'll check on that and will let you know.
What are your writing habits? Do you rise early to write like Stafford, see the kids off to school first (that's my M.O.), or do those monstrous alliances of words come to you at night?
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