For me it's three people:
Wallace Stevens: the beautiful and odd language. I love it. And his themes draw me doubly to him.
Shakespeare: the clarity (after reading him for a couple of years), the linguistic inventiveness. I think of him whenever I can't find a word or think I'm muddling up my poem trying to get too complex.
T.S. Eliot: the poet who made me want to write poetry. His erudition and allusion after allusion all adding up to this grand portrait of alienation, etc, it made me want to read everything he alluded to. Then it made me want to allude to everything I read. Luckily I have finally learned to leave the heavy stuff alone, but I still, everytime I write, remember how T.S. creating meaning in so many different ways.
I would say The Snowman, Prufrock, and everything I've ever read by Shakespeare are always on my shoulders when I'm tryin to put down something on paper.
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Wallace Stevens: the beautiful and odd language. I love it. And his themes draw me doubly to him.
Shakespeare: the clarity (after reading him for a couple of years), the linguistic inventiveness. I think of him whenever I can't find a word or think I'm muddling up my poem trying to get too complex.
T.S. Eliot: the poet who made me want to write poetry. His erudition and allusion after allusion all adding up to this grand portrait of alienation, etc, it made me want to read everything he alluded to. Then it made me want to allude to everything I read. Luckily I have finally learned to leave the heavy stuff alone, but I still, everytime I write, remember how T.S. creating meaning in so many different ways.
I would say The Snowman, Prufrock, and everything I've ever read by Shakespeare are always on my shoulders when I'm tryin to put down something on paper.
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