![]() ![]() ![]() I’m interested in how the techniques of genre fiction and wild imagination can enhance our poetry, and how, through employing a specific lens and tapping into well-known conventions, we can use a myth, an apocalypse, a ghost story, or a hard-boiled detective voiceover to express ourselves even more accurately than we ever could just by speaking plain. “The fog comes on little cat feet…” – yes, but also, no. “There is no person without a world,” writes Anne Carson in Autobiography of Red. But why must the world we create in our poems be a “realist” carbon copy of our own? Isn’t poetry a place where anything is possible? Metaphors and similes create meanings that both are and are not true. ![]()
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