Iron sharpens iron by Jared Campbell

Iron sharpens iron

It’s solitary work to hunt the muse, or so I thought. How else to make it new? A scribe can follow someone else’s clue, a poet treads new paths in his own shoes. So I set out - I burned my map, refused a guide, resolved to my own self be true. A solitary genius through and through, I walked in circles. Barren, blank, confused.

Iron sharpens iron. Only when one walks with friends can one avoid the snare. Many hands can build a poetry like a cathedral - larger, grander than each builder is alone. Join us, and dare to hunt, or else construct, the lyric ‘ we ’ .

Jared Campbell

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