Tuesday, December 29, 2009

POET SPOTLIGHT: STEVIE SMITH


NOT WAVING BUT DROWNING

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

Friday, December 25, 2009

THE WISE MAN


find strength, i was told,
in compassion; be bold

and alive, defer seeking
approval, he said:

be loved after
you're dead.

JEALOUS


wipe away that
smirk of drink
or privilege
or both --

from your mouth and your walk
and the way you are and you talk.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

QUOTABLE


"There ain't no answer.
There ain't going to be an answer.
There never has been an answer.
That's the answer."

- Gertrude Stein

POET SPOTLIGHT: KATHRYN STARBUCK


A GIFT

Who is that creature
and who does he want?
Me, I trust. I do not
attempt to call out his
name for fear he will
tread on me. What do
you believe, he asks.

That we all want to be
alone, I reply, except when
we do not; that the world
was open to my sorrow
and ate most of it; that
today is a gift and I am
ready to receive you.

Source: Poetry (March 2009)

QUOTABLE


"To have faith is to trust yourself to the water. When you swim you don't grab hold of the water, because if you do you will sink and drown. Instead you relax, and float."

- Alan Watts

PRACTICING AS IF


people say what
do you think you are
doing? as if

anyone can take you
serious, what
with the short lines
and absence

of imagery.

but i am
practicing as if
my life depends on it.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

QUOTABLE


"Obscure or 'difficult' poems are often neither. They are merely arbitrary. Quite often arbitrariness emitting from a quite brilliant mind, but arbitrary all the same. There’s plenty of room for strangeness, mystery, originality, wildness, etc. in poems that also invite the reader into the human and alive center about which the poem circles."

- Thomas Lux, as quoted in CERISE PRESS by Sally Molini

UNEASY FLYER


next to you
is a pilot who
today is only a passenger

but nevertheless wise
to uneasy flyers
and he tells you: think

of air like water.
they have the same properties.
imagine you are

on a boat, bouncing across
the waves. you are
not afraid of the motion.

do you worry, he muses,
you'll drop to the bottom
of an ocean?

("actually one time
when i was nine.")

well you're not
going to drop
to the bottom of the sky,
at least not today.
which is awful

nice of him to say. you
don't tell him you know
two people gone
down in crashes and so
his analogy makes you think

more of drowning
than bouncing,
more of clinging
than letting go.

Monday, November 16, 2009

POET SPOTLIGHT: E.E. CUMMINGS


may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile

POET SPOTLIGHT: JOHN WIENERS


Pain and suffering. Give me the strength
to bear it, to enter those places where the
great animals are caged. And we can live
at peace by their side. A bride to the burden

that no god imposes but knows we have the means
to sustain its force unto the end of our days.
For that is what we are made for; for that
we are created. Until the dark hours are done.

And we rise again in the dawn.
Infinite particles of the divine sun, now
worshiped in the pitches of the night.

- From "The Acts of Youth"

QUOTABLE


"The awful thing, as a kid reading, was that you came to the end of the story, and that was it. I mean, it would be heartbreaking that there was no more of it."

- Robert Creeley

QUOTABLE


"Do not depend on the hope of results. You may have to face the fact that your work will be apparently worthless and even achieve no result at all, if not perhaps results opposite to what you expect. As you get used to this idea, you start more and more to concentrate not on the results, but on the value, the rightness, the truth of the work itself. You gradually struggle less and less for an idea and more and more for specific people. In the end, it is the reality of personal relationship that saves everything."

- Thomas Merton

NARCISSUS


i am writing this
as if
i'll be dead,
he said.

you won't die,
she lied,
you are more than
just a man.

ALIKE


funny how when
pain is

at its worst,
sometimes it is

easier than ever to see
spirit, to stand in

truth, to want
what's best

for enemies
and loved ones...

Sunday, October 25, 2009

JOY RIDE


you must be crazy to think
you could spend all day alone
with wine and poetry.

and why not?
you've got
the driver, the gas, and the car.

the question is not
a matter of subject

or whether --
but rather:

where to
and how far?

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

CAUTIONARY


you wait
so long
as if

your life runs
on forever.

in time it grows
clear you are
over this or that
hill.

and maybe
the work becomes less

a stop-

gap to your future
and more
your final resting

place.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

BY DESIGN


you think you can
transcend human

nature?
maybe

you have your words
mixed up.

human
nature

is
not

clever.

it's our dim machines
with god's
hands on
the levers.

transcend?
to what

end?

never.

Monday, October 5, 2009

I WONDER


do you drink only
on the weekends
when your body
is at loose ends
and your soul
no longer fits your head?

and do you dream
of flying clear
of your disease and all the people
who well-wish you without
anything true ever being said...?

Sunday, September 27, 2009

YOU'RE IT


experts say poetry is
either 'x' or 'y'
while i maintain it
is neither
'z' nor even 'pi.'

poetry is about telling
the truth through
words arranged
however you see
fit.

there is nothing to

it.

EXCUSE ME


i know my shadow is behind
all these dark conversations
taking place in my mind.

like: how

could she wear that,
the fat cow, or

he is not really that
sick, the lazy
prick. i am not

nearly so mean as
my shadow makes me
seem; the key is in

not believing

the discussion belongs to me.

Monday, September 21, 2009

STASIS


always swearing i will
change and then another
night's merry-

go-round
of more
of the same.

never caring but still
masquerading, as if
promising new steps will

lead to feet someday
marching in place.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

MEMOIR


when in our minds we
step back from what seems to be
going on

sometimes we think we see
patterns in our history.

we have the illusion
that, "hey,"
if we could somehow

interject

our will here or there
maybe we could author the future
rather than simply living
like passengers encased
in some unfolding
memoir.

but this thinking
like all life is
folly; we are never
stepping back
just as there is never past
or future, only...

present and presence.
we are always
here and nowhere.

and the truth is
we are not

writing our lives, nor will we
ever be given the idle opportunity
to read it from a repose;

we are more
like the typing, we are

symbols of letters
reconstructed into symbols
as words, struck to paper --

the embossed, upraised
outlines soaked in black
ink, propelled to the page

by one unseen
hand or the other, the dull flesh and
blood-filled appendages of some
illusion that imagines itself
whole, but is more like --

hole.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

STRATEGY


you want it all and this
makes no sense
but try it

now: pretend

you want
nothing.

you're on to something.

Friday, August 28, 2009

THE RIGHT AMOUNT


there is in the right amount
of beer or other godly byproduct
a kind of quietude
that meditates you.

so that when
walking home from some
BYOB you
stop thinking so perfectly
it is as if
you finally thought

something just right
for the first time ever.

an entirely empty brand
of slack-brained clever.

BIRDS WITHOUT


these days everywhere
you go
it's a whole
world of phone

peacocks
squawking,
preening,
flocking --

birds without
feathers

alone together.

LIFE


we are
probably

not going to make it.

and were it not
for that "probably"

i don't know how
anyone could take it.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

DEATH IS NOTHING


is life only
what is

between death
and death?

we know: death

is what comes
after life.

so what
comes before?

and if it is
not death --

maybe death is nothing
after all.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

CAN'T MAKE ME


there's always the urge to let the lines run
wild.

but your poet is like an old type-
writer

with an itchy carriage-return
finger

always looking for some new excuse to
break.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

POEM FOR KATHY STARBUCK


you find yourself

perched on a flimsy seat
over a dunk tank of roiling recent
cold deaths –-

your husband’s the last dead-
center shot in the bull’s-eye,
his departure your welcome

into the world of suffocating
grief –- and you
do not bother

treading water

choosing
sinking

over
swimming;

no air anywhere
for the living.

and in holding your last breaths
inside your now
hollow heartless chest

you discover there
still is poetry
left.

it won’t keep you
alive
but it’s good company
until you
lose yourself and
die, too.

Friday, March 6, 2009

MIRROR MIRROR


you always want something great out
of the gate, you put
your best foot
right in your mouth.

you can't anticipate
all the mistakes you'll make and
how those stains might
never fade.

your fumbling is a message
that gets mumbled
with precision; you are will-
ful in your indecision.

you wear wonder like a neck
beard tucked in
just below your perfect chin.

you are the perfect
project, a wreck-
less lover, a kind of human
fixer-upper.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

RETURN TO ME (with a nod to Matthew Ryan)


alone i long to be
with people;

in a crowd i only seek
my own company.

alive i ponder my
mortality;

when i die will i
return to me?