led here by anais nin’s Diaries, Volume 1

Because he “did not write from his head, but from his solar plexus." It is deeply rewarding (to me) to go page by page through the entire collected works of a poet because while there are so many more poems that will not give me pleasure compared to ones that do, the real jewels are so intimately related to what I might throw out, because the lower is so necessary to reach the higher. Like anything that a person truly values in life. I am so concerned now in an age of AI where the machines are doing all of the writing that we will have so few authentic writers. Those who are loved, how will we ever know that it is their mind that we are capitivated by and not the LLM behind their pen name? There must be writing live to verify. People must watch it in action. But that will change the outcome. Writing poetry will become a private affair only. Perhaps it would have always been best for me to have approached it that way. Perhaps I’d have done more actual writing then.