noun ( pl. -cies)the quality or state of being correct or precise
truth |troōθ|noun ( pl. truths |troōðz; troōθs|)the quality or state of being true
I have to be honest with you. I have no problem lying in order to tell the truth. Does this make me a horrible person or just a poet? My manuscript draws – in large part – from my own experiences growing up in Memphis, TN & North Texas. The narratives in many of the poems come from my personal memories & yearnings. So, here’s the thing. When I sit down to work on this manuscript, I’m concerned with getting to the truth or, as I call it, the heart of the matter. I don’t care about how things actually happened so much as what they meant. This is a choice I’ve made as a writer. If I were writing a memoir, things might be different, then again – they might not.
Of course, none of this is revelatory. I’m bringing it up because the more I write about the “boy” I was, the less he begins to resemble me. The boy in these poems was born in my mind & memory, yet he’s much more thoughtful & sensitive than I was. When he looks at a sudden downpour, it means something to him. When he steps on a twig, he hears it. I seriously doubt that at the age of ten I was that aware of my surroundings. I’ve put my current self into this boy’s head. This is necessary in order for the poems to happen. All of this is to say: I’m coming to terms (or perhaps I’m fine) with throwing the burden of accuracy out the window. Some of the poems are willfully inaccurate. Some of them are absolutely false, and yet – I write each of them with a very specific truth in mind.