AN OBSESSIVE COMBINATION OF ONOTOLOGICAL
INSCAPE, TRICKERY AND LOVE
Busy, with an idea for a code, I write
signals hurrying from left to right,
or right to left, by obscure routes,
for my own reasons; taking a word like writes
down tiers of tries until its secret rites
make sense; or until, suddenly, RATS
can amazingly and funnily become STAR
and right to left that small star
is mine, for my own liking, to stare
its five lucky pins inside out, to store
forever kindly, as if it were a star
I touched and a miracle I really wrote.
— by Anne Sexton
There are three reasons for becoming a writer:
the first is that you need the money; the second, that you have something to say that you think the world should know;
the third is that you can't think what to do with the long winter evenings.
~ Quentin Crisp
Poet's Corner
