You've really provided me with my vitamins today. I'd missed this one and glad my heart is still beating and I read it. I and we are all better for it. Thank You! Poetry makes nothing happen. It survives.
Of one's humanity with a knowing of degradation and a sliver of that undying romantic, reading and writing as though music to the broken from the broken or a well lived comic tragedy with an observation slicing the illusion yes, that is a part of Poetry.
You've really provided me with my vitamins today. I'd missed this one and glad my heart is still beating and I read it. I and we are all better for it. Thank You! Poetry makes nothing happen. It survives.
The bad wind arrived before the mothers of today's college students were born
College students, who actually can see, see the spawns of the spawns of that bad wind
Blade Runner almost got it right, but perhaps only poets can see the real replicants
Clones of clones of clones of clones, perhaps Charles Darwin almost understood
Apes knew devolution very well when they saw it
Damn!!!! It’s good!
Thank you for that! It really got my blood going. I think my poetry wants to go off practice some self defence…
Then spit and scream at the page maybe. I never heard of David Lerner before, but thank you for putting him on my list.🙏
Yes, of course.
That said, Symbolic of what? Not symbolism.
Also, my poem is not about either Rimbaud or Patti Smith.
Brilliant! Every writer should have this tacked in their wall!
no finer words written,
"...it will have little sense of humor
it will not want cappuccino
or reviews
or girlfriends
or anything else
except the death of
everything we love"
Thank you. A lot of sound and fury and fun, but I’m not sure what poetry wants, but whatever it is, I’m not entirely sure Rimbaud is the best guide.
My thoughts on Rimbaud’s are mixed. See: https://virtualflaneur.medium.com/why-dont-americans-love-americans-white-supremacy-1-8290c0a25471
How do you define poetry?
Writing from Soul, the essence
Of one's humanity with a knowing of degradation and a sliver of that undying romantic, reading and writing as though music to the broken from the broken or a well lived comic tragedy with an observation slicing the illusion yes, that is a part of Poetry.
“We felt no hate. Knowing we were strong, we wanted to be kind.”
this be the verse -
'poetry wants to be
an eye through which the world will see itself and
tremble
poetry doesn’t want to
die in the gutter
it already knows how'
Exquisite poem.
The title says it all. Sometimes poetry doesn't need to make sense but for the one who writes it.
I like the impulse. It's very contemporary. Very interesting and thought provoking.