my poems are shaped by imagination, which sees (or creates) a mythic or figurative reality transcending the literal one. For example, I remember that car ride described in "Driving One Hundred," but it was so long ago, who knows if my memory is accurate?
Accuracy doesn't matter to me so much as making something meaningful and interesting out of that memory.
from B.T. Shaw: The Oregonian: Poetry: A Q & A with Barbara Drake, author of 'Driving One Hundred'
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