Sonoma County Sunset
“I want to say something about bad writing. I'm proud of my bad writing. Everyone is so intelligent lately, and stylish. Fucking great. I am proud of Philip Guston's bad painting, I am proud of Baudelaire's mamma's boy goo goo misery. Sometimes the lurid or shitty means having a heart, which's something you have to try to have. Excellence nowadays is too general and available to be worth prizing: I am interested in people who have to find strange and horrible ways to just get from point a to point b"
This morning I listened to a poem by American Poet Ariana Reines (her quote above). I have fallen in love with her words and poetry. I am going to buy her book of poems "A Sand Book". Below is a review of her poetry from the New York Times.
"Her writing is queer and raunchy, raw and occult, seemingly never pulling away from her deepest vulnerabilities. Yet Reines simultaneously maintains a feeling of epic poetry, of ancient intention." --Diana Arterian,