“I for one can barely tell where I trail off and you begin, since human beings are reported to be 98 percent duct tape and feathers anyway,” wrote James Tate. Is wrestling with truth in a poem like trying to hold a football-sized bubble without bursting it? Should the truth be plain or hidden? Does truth have anything whatsoever to do with facts or is it mainly duct-tape and feathers? In this week, two poets with different approaches to the idea of ‘truth’ in poetry will encourage writers to challenge their notions of honesty, risk and daring within their own work.
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