The Dark Forest: Literature, Philosophy, and Digital Arts
A WISH will rise in every breast,
For something more than what’s possess’d…
– John Clare, The Poet’s Wish
If you’ve not read John Clare’s works you’ve missed out on a poet whose simplicity and grace overshadows even the greats like Wordsworth in a specific registrar of modality: the journey toward the horizon. Clare would bring home the old saw that poet’s cannot speak of anything without “invoking the merest things of nature and nature’s various appearances”.1
Such a simple thought he declares in the poem in my epigraph, but one that comes home to most of us when we think of poetry. Many seem dissatisfied with their present lives of drollery, work, and life choices as if we were stuck in a rut, going through the same water wheel route over and over and over again wondering is there a possibility of something new or not; can we find…
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