For me, there isn't a specific "why" (as opposed to the above "how") for writing poetry or pretty much anything else. I am reduced to the metaphor of Donaldson's "wild magic"-- sometimes it just happens, though I'm pretty sure I enjoy it more than Thomas Covenant.
I am increasingly forced to agree, i.e. that anything (of mine) approaching *real* creativity seems to just sort of bubble into being. Likewise in almost any other form of interaction, really. I can and do plan, but not as successfully.
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on 2007-07-19 11:30 pm (UTC)I am increasingly forced to agree, i.e. that anything (of mine) approaching *real* creativity seems to just sort of bubble into being. Likewise in almost any other form of interaction, really. I can and do plan, but not as successfully.
Pardon the necromancy; the loa demanded it.