This is one of my favorite poems ever--I can recite it aloud without thinking about it, which I can't even do with all my own works--partly because the poem totally captures, for me, the feeling of being God-brushed when I write, as if by a wing.
The more I think about it, the more a lot of ancient Greek philosophical distinctions make a lot of sense to me. The ideas of different but similar madness categories (Dionysus, and the Muses, Eros, and Prophecy) really really rings true AND works well for me.
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This is one of my favorite poems ever--I can recite it aloud without thinking about it, which I can't even do with all my own works--partly because the poem totally captures, for me, the feeling of being God-brushed when I write, as if by a wing.
The more I think about it, the more a lot of ancient Greek philosophical distinctions make a lot of sense to me. The ideas of different but similar madness categories (Dionysus, and the Muses, Eros, and Prophecy) really really rings true AND works well for me.
Possibly this shouldn't be surprising.
I am emailing you a poem.