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I found this Paris Review interview of the (recently) late Jack Gilbert to be moving and inspiring. We don’t often read or hear his type of commitment to poetry—whether we appreciate his poetry or not. I thought I’d share it; it is revealing of the man, the poet and the poetic life.

I think serious poems should make something happen that’s not correct or entertaining or clever. I want something that matters to my heart, and I don’t mean “Linda left me.” I don’t want that. I’ll write that poem, but that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about being in danger—as we all are—of dying. How can you spend your life on games or intricately accomplished things? And politics? Politics is fine. There’s a place to care for the injustice of the world, but that’s not what the poem is about. The poem is about the heart. Not the heart as in “I’m in love” or “my girl cheated on me”—I mean the conscious heart, the fact that we are the only things in the entire universe that know true consciousness. We’re the only things—leaving religion out of it—we’re the only things in the world that know spring is coming.

via Paris Review – The Art of Poetry No. 91, Jack Gilbert.

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