The Circus Animals' Desertion Comments

This is a journey through a creative life, a search for meaning and creativity. Yeat's in a way appears to dismiss his creative output; that the idealism and Gaelic Romanticism he played with and wrote about where grounded in rubbish, what is thrown away, rag and bones. It damns poetry and raises poetry; it places idealism and word-magic in the throw-away world. It is from that world, detritus; we will construct what is pure.

I love the question it asks...Where do these great works come from? They all come from very human, basic emotions, from the 'foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.' I showed this to my English teacher. He said that having taught creative writing, he had read a lot of pieces about writer's block, but that this one was the best.