Did he drink a lot of coffee? Yes, he did. 50-80 cups A DAY? How can this be? How can this be? Writing my essay about sonnets—a lot of emailing and asking friends what they think. Interested also in failed sonnets, what makes things not work in poetry. I imagine with sonnets you always have to be a little bit ahead of the form, a little bit more clever or irreverent or passionate or they just don’t work at all. This must be why often one will hear something like “she has mastered the form” because sonnets are also about power though we often see them as a form whose subject matter is love that proceeds through a 14 line obstacle course of arguments. I think I love most of all Hopkins’s terrible sonnets. I’m not a religious person but I am, nonetheless, oftentimes attracted to those who are–maybe because I empathize with the all of the hopes and frustrations and desire for there to be something more than.
This isn’t a sonnet, obviously, but I love this poem!