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Roving Eye, SpotlightJuly 14, 2013

Poet of the Month: Leonore Wilson

Leonore Wilson

Leonore Wilson

As part of a new series of interviews, we’re offering our editors the chance to choose a favourite piece of the month and ask five quick questions to the writer. Here, poetry assistant editor Udoka Okafor talks to Leonore Wilson, whose poem ‘Body Without Mirror‘ appeared on our website last month. 

When did you start writing poetry, and which poets influenced you at that point? When did you decide that you wanted to make a career out of being a poet?

I started writing poetry in college. I was chosen from a handful of students to take an advanced poetry class after I submitted a packet of poesy. At that time I was deeply influenced by the confessional poets: Plath, Sexton and Lowell. I found a deep love and respect for the music of language and told myself to be faithful to it.

I read your bucket list for things you would like to accomplish as a poet, and I noted that you have a laudable inclination to educate students, and people in general on and about poetry. Where does this passion to educate people about poetry stem from?

Dag Hammarskjöld said, “You are not the oil, you are not the air—merely the point of combustion, the flash point where the light is born. You are merely the lens in the beam. You can only receive, give, and possess the light as the lens does….Sanctity— either to be the Light, or to be self-effaced in the Light, so that it may be born, self-effaced so that it may be focused or spread wide.” I think this pretty much sums up my attitude towards spreading the written word.

I really enjoyed reading your poem, ‘Body without mirror’. What, do you feel, is the driving theme of the poem?

The imagination holds just as much importance as the factual. “The purer eye of attention, the more power the soul finds herself… strive then constantly to purify the eye of your attention until it becomes utterly simple and direct.” Hammarskjöld again.

In that poem, you talk about how the imaginary and the rational are both of equal value and you go further to state that “the newspaper’s headline [is] no more important/ than the scribbling of a poem.” To what extent is the poem a comment on the importance of art in society?

The secret creative is the divinity in the world. One experiences universality through art. This universality builds a road toward knowledge which is the eternal spark within us.

Rilke famously told Franz Kappus, “I could give you no advice but this: to go into yourself and to explore the depths where your life wells forth.” What advice would you give to young and aspiring poets out there, to help in the pursuit of their dreams? 

The imagination holds just as much importance as the factual.
Write because you are in love with the questions themselves; don’t write for acclaim. Publishing is purely subjective. The pulley of time drags us inexorably forward and you have a responsibility to answer to the wilderness — a bud waiting to burst within you. I would also encourage young poets to learn a foreign language and translate it so as to appreciate how another poet plays with words, themes, as well as with cadence and rhythm. Seamus Heaney says “a poet is by the very nature of things a man who lives with entire sincerity, or rather the better his poetry, the more sincere his life. His life is an experiment in living and those who come after him have a right to know it.” How true this is.

Udoka Okafor is Assistant Poetry Editor for the magazine.

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One last love letter...

April 24, 2021

It has taken us some time and patience to come to this decision. TMS would not have seen the success that it did without our readers and the tireless team that ran the magazine for the better part of eight years.

But… all good things must come to an end, especially when we look at the ever-expanding art and literary landscape in Pakistan, the country of the magazine’s birth.

We are amazed and proud of what the next generation of creators are working with, the themes they are featuring, and their inclusivity in the diversity of voices they are publishing. When TMS began, this was the world we envisioned…

Though the magazine has closed and our submissions shuttered, this website will remain open for the foreseeable future as an archive of the great work we published and the astounding collection of diverse voices we were privileged to feature.

If, however, someone is interested in picking up the baton, please email Maryam Piracha, the editor, at [email protected].

Farewell, fam! It’s been quite a ride.

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