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| 'Portrait de poètes' (1942) by Serge Ivanoff: Yanette Delétang-Tardif, Maurice Alphonse Jacques Fombeure, Jean Follain, Rémi Masset, Eugène Guillevic |
When I
read Orwell, I am reading someone who has written what I'm thinking. I
read:
"Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is war minus the shooting."
And thought, 'finally someone has expressed and articulated exactly what I felt about sport and the culture around it!' Seamus Heaney
wrote:
"One perceptible function of poetry is to write a place into existence."
That is the role of the writer and poet: to put reality and the everyday experience into words. Jean Follain, friend of Francis Ponge, who Ciaran Carson
introduced me to,
said:
"Le mot fait corps avec la chose." (The word makes body with the thing)
Roddy Doyle, deviating a little,
said:
"Like a lot of writers, I knew I wanted to write but I didn’t know what I wanted to write about. When I wrote The Commitments, it clicked. I felt this was the world that was familiar and I could make it a bit unfamiliar and sparkling."
But the point remains. The role of the writer is to articulate what everyone thinks; doing it in a way that adds spice and energy. They make it everyday but with excitement. They make the mundane profoundly readable.
Except the funny thing was that while I recognised this phenomenon I didn't have the words or terms to express this phenomenon.
That represents a great irony. So I propose 'AWIT' - Articulating What I Thought.