Memoirs of a Dragon
I might be found wandering amidst the fog,
on a slippery, stony beach,
vincinal to the south-eastern tip
of a western isle near North America…..
…..digitally scratching out
…..my travelling thoughts…..
I Seek My Foreign Fairy with the Heart of a Dragoness . . . .
To be a poet you must be crazy about language; and you must believe in the uniqueness of every person, and therefore in your own. To find your voice you must forget about finding it, and trust that if you pay sufficient attention to life you will be found to have something to say which no one else can say. And if at the same time your love of language leads you to develop your vocabulary, your ear, and your form-sense, and if you are scrupulously honest, you will arrive at writing what you apprehend in a way which embodies that vision which is yours alone. And that will be your voice, unsought, singing out from you of itself.
What you have to realize when you write poetry, or if you love poetry, is that poetry is just naturally the greatest god damn thing that ever was in the whole universe.
Adamas Verecundor Draconigena
(The Shy Dragon)
adamas [the hardest steel, adamant];
poet., [anything firm, unyielding, durable]
verecundor [to be bashful, ashamed, shy]