The inflammatory writ is the rush of inspiration for writing.
I think she is mocking how difficult it is to write something good (maybe she is being self-critical and the poetaster is herself?):
(she got inspired and begun writing)
And all at once it came to me,
and i wrote and hunched 'till four-thirty
(but could not produce anything worth)
But that vestal light, it burns out with the night
in spite of all the time that we spent on it:
one bedraggled ghost of a sonnet!
(in comparison to others that do produce a lot. How do they do it?)
While outside, the wild boars root
without bending a bough underfoot-
O it breaks my heart; I don't know how they do't.
I can't see any criticism on "modern writing", though
The inflammatory writ is the rush of inspiration for writing. I think she is mocking how difficult it is to write something good (maybe she is being self-critical and the poetaster is herself?):
(she got inspired and begun writing) And all at once it came to me, and i wrote and hunched 'till four-thirty (but could not produce anything worth) But that vestal light, it burns out with the night in spite of all the time that we spent on it: one bedraggled ghost of a sonnet! (in comparison to others that do produce a lot. How do they do it?) While outside, the wild boars root without bending a bough underfoot- O it breaks my heart; I don't know how they do't.
I can't see any criticism on "modern writing", though