Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Free Speech & Poetry
"In our period, they say there is free speech. They say there is no penalty for poets, There is no penalty for writing poems. They say this. This is the penalty."~ Muriel Rukeyser
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
April 18th Poet's Quote
I'll love you, dear, I'll love you till China and Africa meet and the river jumps over the mountain and the salmon sing in the street. ~ W. H. Auden
* Happy Birthday to my wife Cathy Jean
* Happy Birthday to my wife Cathy Jean
The Way You Carry Yourself
The Way You Carry Yourself
For Cathy Jean
You wear your flannelness
in that laid back way
that fits you pleasantly.
Conformity seems unimportant
and you prove it like you would
work a math problem backwards.
I swear, you give it utmost validity;
a blossoming art hung out of self-assurance
in an off the path gallery-
If two people find it appealing,
you are satisfied. An if no one sees it,
it's all just the same.
But I would hold you in any fabric,
just as you are, and I would press
your nakedness to mine
in nothing at all,
as the creator herself
has become a treasure of art.
For Cathy Jean
You wear your flannelness
in that laid back way
that fits you pleasantly.
Conformity seems unimportant
and you prove it like you would
work a math problem backwards.
I swear, you give it utmost validity;
a blossoming art hung out of self-assurance
in an off the path gallery-
If two people find it appealing,
you are satisfied. An if no one sees it,
it's all just the same.
But I would hold you in any fabric,
just as you are, and I would press
your nakedness to mine
in nothing at all,
as the creator herself
has become a treasure of art.
Monday, April 17, 2006
A search for order
"For me, poetry is always a search for order." ~ Elizabeth Jennings
It seems that as we go through life, the very process of living is in itself a natural disordering process. We read the paper, it ends up with sections missing or A between E and D and the Movie section folded inside out. Or we get up in the morning and the bed covering is all out of kelter. And so life moves through the day being lived, being sort of misshapen if you will. We stop at various points to re-order our lives. But we know full well these are temporary shifts in the sand of life, and like the wheat in a Kansas field, it will again move with each breeze.
Elizabeth Jennings has touched upon a most human instinctive facet of poetry. Poetry often speaks to my own need to pause and get things right. To find and reorder life. To find that emotion that resides deep within. You know it is there and cannot begin tell or explain it, even to the one you are closest to in life, for want of words. For perfect description. Your mind and soul searches for that ordering and until you find it - until a poem speaks it to you and you have that ah-ha! realization - it remains locked deep within.
Sometimes it's through my own writing that these things come about. Still, at other times it is the words of another poet that provide a key to this ordering, this finding the right words or image to complete the emotional translation. And so it is that we become better aware and in that greater awareness, now have the ability to put our deepest fears or longing desires, or greater joys and utmost delights into the right words and best order to achieve most precise meaning.
tags: Writing and poetry Poetry
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Poet's Quote - Wallace Stevens
"A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman." ~ Wallace Stevens
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Poet's Quote ~ Bryant H. McGill
"Creativity is the greatest expression of liberty. " ~Bryant H. McGill
Friday, April 14, 2006
From a work in progress
One more morning sunrise
strained through a gauze wrapped sky-
One more day forcing itself into my squinting eyes.
strained through a gauze wrapped sky-
One more day forcing itself into my squinting eyes.
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