{"id":635,"date":"2013-03-06T11:12:28","date_gmt":"2013-03-06T16:12:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johnestes.org\/?p=635"},"modified":"2013-03-06T11:12:28","modified_gmt":"2013-03-06T16:12:28","slug":"robert-creeley-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/johnestes.net\/?p=635","title":{"rendered":"Robert Creeley"},"content":{"rendered":"<h5>Thinking then of why one continues\u2014that&#8217;s equally inexplicable, except that it is, literally, an active possibility for me, in my life. It keeps happening and the way the world then enters, or how I&#8217;m also then known to myself, is a deeply fascinating circumstance. Charles Olson makes a lovely point, that &#8220;we do what we know before we know what we do,&#8221; and that really is the delight in writing, that much happens one has no conscious information of until it is there, in the words. I&#8217;m not thinking here of some sort of do-it-yourself psychoanalysis\u2014that&#8217;s of no interest to me\u2014but a deeper fact of revelation I feel very actual in writing, a realization, reification, of what is .<\/p>\n<\/h5>\n<p><h5>As to my sense of vocation\u2014for a long time I was very tentative about saying in any forthright manner that I was a poet. It seemed extraordinarily presumptuous. But again, it&#8217;s not a vocation one can earn, however one respects the responsibility of this literal &#8216;calling.&#8217; In any case, being a poet is something I can acknowledge more clearly in my own nature at this point. It seems a consistently present reality, although I respect a qualification a friend, Max Finstein, once made: that one is a poet in the act of writing, not otherwise.<\/p>\n<\/h5>\n<p>\u2014 &#8220;The Writer&#8217;s Situation&#8221; <br \/> &nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Thinking then of why one continues\u2014that&#8217;s equally inexplicable, except that it is, literally, an active possibility for me, in my life. It keeps happening and the way the world then enters, or how I&#8217;m also then known to myself, is a deeply fascinating circumstance. Charles Olson makes a lovely point, that &#8220;we do what we know before we know what &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","wps_subtitle":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnestes.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/635"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnestes.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnestes.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnestes.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnestes.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=635"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/johnestes.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/635\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnestes.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=635"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnestes.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=635"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnestes.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=635"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}