On Clarice Lispector's Água Viva
Published in Sacred Trespasses October 4, 2016
What is the confluence of poetry and prose? Not prose poetry, nor poetic prose, but a kind of enfolding of the two—prose whose essence is poeming, prose which must poem.
It’s a certain kind of motion. A poem that works shows the physicality of language, its force and mobility, and the physicality of the poet’s consciousness. Poetic motion moves always away from—and differentiates from—silence. The poem that works stands up by itself, moves itself, perseveres in itself. It is not inspired, it is physical, real, physical, mobile.