Here is something I'd like to share:
I
think a poet's focus is not quite what a fiction writer's is, it's not so fixed
on the world outside. It's fixed on that area where inside meets the outside,
where the poet's sensibility meets the weather, meets the street, meets other
people, instances, when the barriers of identity are lifted and there is a
break, during which time such instances present themselves, completely,
mysteriously, enigmatically interconnected but all the while disconnected from
the web, this characteristic requiring them, at the same time, to be
elucidated.
In order to characterize these instances the two aspects are necessary—that is,
a separate, liberated instant and its elucidation that allow one to think one
is outside of time, rather like those moments Proust describes in Remembrance
of Things Past. . . .One can say as much for Proust as for Georges
Bataille: both conceived of literature as a possibility of exploring those
strange moments. Musil calls them “the other state,” that is, something
that truly belongs to another logic, another time.”
Jacqueline Risset
