Herb
Tea
Listening
for the kettle
I
cough. My lungs rattle
Hard,
like trapped steam. The cold
Will
pass, the cure is time.
Still,
I can’t say I’m fine
Trapped
in this midnight, feeling old.
Interview
TSTmpj: Are
you a night owl, Mark? Do you write at midnight?
Mark
J. Mitchell: I used to be more of a
night owl than I am these days. Still, every year during Lent, I write a poem
every day, and I can't go to bed until I write a poem, so sometimes midnight is
the time I have to write.
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TSTmpj:
A poet friend of mine said years ago, "time heals all wounds, but
time passes so slowly." Do you see, in the contemporary progression
of poetry, and the arts more generally, more "cure" or more
"wound" to our society?
Mark
J. Mitchell: I find the idea of "progress" in the arts to be a
little baffling. We haven't improved on Shakespeare. I think the insistence on
innovation is going to be seen as very odd in the future. It is purity of
expression that matters, not constantly building new, often ephemeral, forms. I
think the fact that the world of the arts is open to more people, both to experience
art and produce it, is a cure for all of us.
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TSTmpj:
There are some famous examples -- Keats immediately comes to mind -- of
poets producing great work within the shadow of illness. What bearing do
you see as your state of health having on your writing?
Mark
J. Mitchell: Luckily, I mostly enjoy
good health. Still, when I get sick, it will turn up as a subject. I have had a
couple of poems turn up in medical/literary journals. I use whatever is handy
as a subject for poetry, especially when I assign myself the job of a poem a
day.
Bio Note
Mark
J. Mitchell’s new collection Three
Visitors is available from Amazon.com.