Harry Newman: “For me, poems usually start as a whisper. When I least expect it a word, an image, a feeling turns my mind. Or lines appear suddenly after pages of writing. I like the mystery of this, not knowing where a poem came from or where it’s going. If I had to say why I write, it’s to return to this state of not-knowing, to become less afraid of it, to leave the false familiarity of the known until it starts to seem strange as well.” (web)
Harry Newman: “Living in New York is like living at the base of any great mountain range. It slowly invades your consciousness without your being aware of it. There’s the press of its gravity, the press of scale, its dominating quality, of always being dwarfed by it. It occupies all horizons. And this inevitably comes out in one’s writing. Very few of my poems relate directly to life in the city, but I think its imprint is often there in a sense of isolation, a yearning for places far away, for the horizon that’s always obscured, in the feeling of being apart from others and the world (the natural world). The way I’ve found to live and write in relation to this is to look for the moments of humanity, the possibilities of connection to the people and other creatures living here, as well as to the large, more fragile aspects of spirit, imagination, and hope, which too often get lost against the concrete rock faces far from the summit.” (website)
Harry Newman: “Most of my poems are about yearning, and ‘Early Snow’ is one of the most direct and autobiographical expressions of that. I recall the day so clearly, the snow falling, walking up the steps from our basement apartment, that earlier memory the poem helped me excavate. In many ways, I remain that boy with his mouth held open, waiting for the world’s Communion that has never come.”