My poems always begin with a metaphor, but my way into the metaphor may be a word, an … - Stephen Dobyns

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Stephen Dobyns

My poems always begin with a metaphor, but my way into the metaphor may be a word, an image, even a sound. And I rarely know the nature of the metaphor when I begin to write, but there is an attentiveness that a writer develops, a sudden alertness that is much like the feel of a fish brushing against a hook.

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I like it to be quiet, and it usually occurs in the morning. There are three or four places in my house where I can write and I like to keep moving around. The moment I find myself falling into a necessary routine, I change it. I'd rather not accumulate superstitions.

Change, Fall, Falling, Morning, Moving, Usually

Adolescence is a dreadful period. We tend to notice those youngsters who misbehave and call attention to themselves, but there are others, equally miserable, who receive no help simply because they are silent. (41)

Attention, Helping, Miserable, Simply, Tend, Period

When a philosopher, scientist, or psychologist discusses the discrepancy between the actual and the ideal, he or she attempts to convince us with the tools of discursive thought. . . An artist does it differently. . . their primary approach is different, even though both groups, if you will, are investigating the actual, the ideal, and the discrepancy in between.

Artist, Convince Us, Discrepancies Between, Philosopher, Primary, Discusses

I had not read George Eliot, so read a few. I felt ashamed I hadn't read "Middlemarch" before.

Ashamed, Middlemarch, Eliot, Felt, Read

Each thing I do, I rush through so I can do something else. In such a way do the days pass - -a blend of stock car racing and the never ending building of a gothic cathedral. Through the windows of my speeding car I see all that I love falling away: books unread, jokes untold, landscapes unvisited.

Book, Building, Fall, Gothic, Landscapes, Stock Car Racing