Monday, October 18, 2010

In the darkness

Bank Place studio 
Melbourne 1995-1996

In writing poetry one is always helped and even carried
along by the rhythm of external things; for the lyrical
cadence is that of nature: of waters, of wind, of the night.
But to get rhythm into prose one has to go down into oneself
and find the anonymous, multiple rhythm of one's blood.
Prose has to be built like a cathedral.