There were two moments when I felt something revoluationary happened to me poetically.
The first was when I started a poem with a question. And not just a rhetorical question, or a question asked of the reader. It was a question that wasn’t justified by the response, the lingering, unanswerable question. I let the question exist. And after it following a million more questions asking to be pursued.
The second moment was during a panel discussion on political poetry earlier this year. I sat there, listening to the discussion, and I suddenly found myself filled with…something I’d never been in touch with before. Like stepping on a landmine, where the mechanism pops up out of the ground and you have a few seconds before the bomb explodes.
I’ve been living in those seconds.