Reading Maggie Nelson's 'Bluets' again (and again). It's hard to say quite how much I love this book. During the week 'Something Bright, Then Holes' arrived which only served to confirm that this is someone worth exploring still further (her critical text on women and the New York School is already ordered).

Trawling the Internet for interviews I chanced upon this paragraph:

"Often I think about writing as similar to one method of improvisational dance: you sit at the edge of the space, watching the other dancers. You sit there and you wait to feel or see—sometimes with lightning-bolt clarity—what needs to happen in the space, or what could happen in that space, via the insertion of your body into it. Then, once you see it, you enter and try to make that gesture—that precise, singular movement—as quickly as possible, before the moment passes. Of course, as soon as you enter and start moving, people will react to you in ways that you couldn’t have foreseen. So suddenly you’re in a new dance, which is essentially an unpredictable conversation. At its best, writing poetry and putting it into the world feels like that to me. And though I’m phrasing it here as an analogy, it’s also possible I mean it quite literally."

Spot on.