In the house of grief,
there’s a black cat. Its color
is blacker than grief.
It appears on the
edges of grief, muscular,
about to break out.
Grief’s companion,
it has no intention of
leaving you alone.
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That’s expressed with painful immediacy, Tom. I call this poetry. I came across this recently: “We have art in order that we may not perish from truth” (Peter Verdonk ‘The Stylistics of Poetry’ 2013). He was of course applying that to poetry in particular – as I do to your poems.
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Thank you so much, John. That poem happened very fast, more like watching it take place on the page. So having your vote of confidence means a lot. I’ll check out the Verdonk.
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Tom, I’ve discovered that the original quotation came from Nietzsche, book 3 of his Will to Power. I expect you’ve moved on by now, and forgotten about this, but I didn’t want to mislead you having already misled myself!
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