on poetry and friendships (something i just said to nathan moore)
Who cares if only our friends read our work? That just means we need to make a lot of friends.
Who cares if only our friends read our work? That just means we need to make a lot of friends.
It is fascinating to see into other minds, especially across culture. It has given me the impression that experience and perception are much more commonly shared than doctrines of cultural difference often suggest. — Paul Hoover
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What do you do if even your friends don’t read your work?
Then you have to make a lot of enemies, Mark.
love this.
Deezee, thank you. I said it in jest in response to the way that some poets and writers tend not to “count” their friends as “real” readers of their work. That’s kind of sad then you think about it, you know? Why do we hold those we don’t know in higher regard than those we do?