On maps, on getting lost, and finding my way again
The only thing I knew about being a poet, is that I wasn’t and I know it……or so I thought… Like looking at a map and being convinced of where I am and where the path is and the wrongness of the cartographer and the rightness of my sense of direction here on the ground… … maybe I am lost… … maybe I was lost… … maybe I’ve been wronger about a lot of things […]
