I wrote a poem once, which is published and "out there", about which I feel acutely embarassed because it was a bit of a "wad-shoot", although no-one has ever said as much.
I set out to let the words have their way with me without too much conscious intervention, but I have to admit I'm still trying to figure out what it means. One thing is for sure - I could have said it in a far more rational and measured way. I recently had the opportunity to rewrite or remove it from the book for its second edition but chose not to.
In making that choice I was reminded of RVW's statement about his 4th Symphony:
"I don't know if I like it, but it's what I meant"
Once in a while I figure that is an OK philosophy.
Philip
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