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  • Column: The Autobiographical: #3 at storywrite
    There are endless ways of telling one’s story. For this reason poets and writers Bernard Shaw may be wrong to think that the passive nature of their lives disqualifies them from even attempting to write their autobiography. Some writers often say that the
  • Column: The Autobiographical: #2 at storywrite
    The autobiographical aspects of writing, when understood more deeply, can be very useful to a writyier. That is my intention here.
  • Column: The Autobiographical at storywrite
    Much of writing is a drawing from within, an autobiographical impulse. Autoethnography is simply a form of self-narrative that places the self within a social context. readers of this column will get insights into the field of autobiography.

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  • on Happy Birthday Mr W B Yeats by Oldpoetry, on July 10, 2007
    THE EXPERIENCE OF CULTIVATED MEN

    The great poet is more type than man, more passion than type. A poet always writes of his personal life and, in his finest work, out of his tragedy. Art springs from distress. For the poet there is always a phantasmagoria, a delirium, an intoxication, a chaos of ideas, often from reading. The process of creating out of deep personal feeling is one of rebirth. As the poet labours to complete his work he is reborn as an idea, something intended, complete. It is in this that the poet’s power lies. By the continuous exercise of his craftsmanship and inspiration, nature and society grows more intelligible. Part of the poet’s creative power becomes intelligible as well. In the process the poet touches the essence, the spirit, of humanity. And this touching is significantly due to the poet's sense of responsibility to his community--the polarity balanced by his freedom.
    -Ron Price with thanks to Stephen Coote, W.B. Yeats: A Life, Hodder and Stoughton, London, 1997.

    With no pretensions to being great,

    I write so much of this for them,

    as Yeats did so much and so often,

    so often--for his community, that

    has been so much of what he was,

    in mind, body, soul. Yes, I find,

    too, William, that community provides

    the compass of my imaginings. Whether

    in love or in utter frustration, in joy

    or in weariness, or looking out from

    behind my mask, for some aesthetic,

    artistic, completenessor all the world

    is still a stage and all the men and women

    merely players and we have the mask of our

    so many selves,so many necessary, needed,

    selves. With those desires for intoxication

    and delight from the memory of old emotions,

    with all the uncounted flavours of old

    experience, emotions deepened by time and

    cultivated men, constantly reanimating

    received images of delight in my daily life.

    Ron Price
    24 May 1999
    (Revised for: The Old Poetry Website)
    11/7/07
    That’s enough for now!

  • Thinking of T.S. Eliot

    Reading your poem drew me to a quote from Eliot which I pass on in thanks for your work:
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    After talking about the beauty of nature, Eliot says: ".....to be able to see beneath both beauty and ugliness; to see the boredom, the horror and the glory.-From The use of Poetry, 1933.
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    One of the best poems I've read in some time. Rating: A(80-90%) You play with words so well...keep at it...Ron Price, Tasmania

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