Monday, March 10, 2014

Mozartian grace

… The Fiddler of Driskill Hill by David Middleton | Quarterly Conversation. (Hat tip, Dave lull.)



It’s an old idea, once common: Early poets thought of the world as embodying words spoken by its Maker. Their task as poets, as makers, was, as Middleton says elsewhere, to “mimic, evoke, and praise.” This is a long way from poetry as protest, confession or gibberish, and closer to Middleton’s fiddler, who chooses to “urge the world along.”

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