|Phillip Lopate, Columbia University|
Here is a little morsel, to give you a taste, from a chapter entitled The made-Up Self :
"When I sit down to write, I hear a voice in my head. Who sent me that voice? Did I fabricate it? If I did, I can't remember. In my case (pace those who insist the self is multivalent), that voice is singular. I don't hear voices; at this stage of life I'm too rigid and set in my ways, and so it tends to be the same damn voice jabbering on. All I know is that I keep listening to that voice to surprise me, say something out of ordinary, provocative, mischievous, borderline dangerous."