Monday, April 19, 2004

Divine discontent

Having just outed myself as a Modernist Romantic...

A friend tells me that he believes there is nothing more important to do right now than to write love poems, but he finds instead he is writing poems which are social and cultural critiques. As for me, I have this constant desire to write something terribly incisive and critical about the contemporary moment, and all I end up writing are love poems. I guess both of us end up equally dissatisfied.

(I admit freely the possibility that this paradox, despite its irresistibility, is perhaps a little disingenuous.)

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