I'm always baffled when I read a description of someone as "a poet and writer." There's even a U.S. magazine called Poets and Writers.
By "writers," they seem to mean writers of prose. So I wonder how they think poets produce their work. I write poems using the same tools and method I use to write prose. Maybe I'm doing it wrong.
Is any author, artist, book or other work of art ever described as "flinching?"
At a community meeting this evening, I talked with a person in their sixties who, despite being declared medically unfit for work by their doctor, has been deemed fit by DWP, and so has to sign on. This person lives in Wyndford, Maryhill, but the nearest job centre is in Springburn, which means two bus trips to get there, at a cost of nearly £5. For many people on benefits, that's the difference between eating or going hungry for a couple days. So, people on benefits have to spend a significant chunk of their benefits in order to get their benefits.
winter morning —
without a story
So many novels, especially "literary" ones (i.e. stories about bourgeois people getting their feelings hurt) are about people trying to control each other, get each other to change, or at least change their behaviour. If the other person changes, the person demanding the change thinks they'll (both?) be happy, or at least happier. (This seems to be God's problem in the Old Testament.)
What about a narrative of acceptance? Not acceptance as a climax, the protagonist having "learned something," but rather a narrative that begins with, and maintains, acceptance?
This happened near my flat.