In an interview at the Huffington Post, poet James Kimbrell compared the act of writing poetry to the slow formation of stalactites out of hollow straws of rock over thousands of years:
But what creates that shape and form organically is repetition—of dropping water, of water through a particular porous passage in the rocks. I think if you have a force, a voice, a statement, on the one hand, that may seem not terribly formally coherent—if it goes through a passage over time, form starts to work its own magic. It doesn’t end up being forced; it ends up being something that comes out of the repetition of a certain action over a period of time. I think the poems happen that way.
