An Art So Transparent: Rambling Notes on Dressing My Writing in Pink and Figuring Out Who I Am, with a Metaphorical Craft Connection Maybe You’ll Figure Out for Yourself; or, Creativity as Constant Shivering
I dream of an art so transparent you can look through it and see the world. —Stanley Kunitz
I am admittedly unfamiliar with the work of Stanley Kunitz. I’d heard the name. I knew he was a poet of the “major poet” variety, though I don’t care much about such labels. That’s about it. I won’t go to Wikipedia and pretend I know more about him than I do—thou…
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