I have spent a rather blissful couple of weeks revising my new poetry collection which I’m calling (at least for now) “Her Life Collected.” It’s been edited by the poet Katy Evans- Bush (aka Baroque in Hackney) and what an exhaustive job she’s done.  She’s managed to highlight all my old bad habits and make me question many of my poetic assumptions.  It’s absolutely true when I say it’s been fascinating taking this time to rework these poems — all 55 of them — and really great fun, too.

I’ve always said that there’s no difference between poetry and prose.  What I’ve meant is that the best prose should strive for the same qualities of language that are found in the best poetry.  But what does that really mean? After this latest batch of revisions I have come to realize that perhaps the most important “quality of language” is precision.  What does a word really mean? Does it really carry the same meaning as you think it does or are you importing your own meaning onto it when you use it? Are some words actually markers for more concrete thoughts that you haven’t taken the time to uncover? We English speakers are blessed with an enormously rich language. We have all the words we need to say exactly what we mean.  The first challenge is to figure out what it is we mean to say, and the second is to find precisely the right word with which to say it.

This certainly must be true for prose as it is for poetry.  But I know that I am sometimes guilty of rushing, of laziness, of sloppiness in my word choices.  But during this revision process I sat with every word and asked myself, “what does this mean?” “Does it mean what I want it to mean?” “Do I know what I want it to mean?” “Do I even know what I am trying to say in the first place?”  As a writer, there are many types of work that I do, tasks I perform.  But this one, practicing the high art of precision, is the most difficult, and most crucial.

For example, in one of my poems I wrote “deafening defiance.”  Now I have to ask, what the heck does that mean? Does it mean anything at all?  Did I just like the sound of it? Well, sound counts for something, but it isn’t enough.  So I cut it, along with many of my other “darlings.” And did it feel good!