Parti-Colored Blocks for a Quilt (Poets on Poetry)


“…In writing the poet sometimes transcends the daily self into something clearer. I have often had the experience of looking up from the typewriter, the page, and feeling complete blankness about who I am – the minutia of my daily life, where I am, why. I have for a moment no sex, no history, no character . . . . I respect that self, that artisan who feels empty of personal concern when dealing with the stuff of my intimate life.”
-Marge Piercy