fibs in the great american pin up

POETRY IS A KIND OF LYING... Shawn Pittard said Emily Dickison said, “Tell the truth, but tell it slant.” Richard Hugo put it this way: “You owe reality nothing and the truth about your feelings everything.” And Jack Gilbert calls poetry “a kind of lying” in his poem from Monolithos: Poems, 1962 and 1982 (Graywolf Press, 1984) see...

I have a particular interest in whoppers...think big fibs as they occur always at the edge and the edges and set about to hold more and more it seems to me holding closer to the full in the gap. Then again if you look long enough into Emily's eyes you forget lying.

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