Saturday, January 30, 2010
BY ACCIDENT
he grew
tired of being
everything. he wept
after reading criticism.
he was divided
alive between
the things he'd seen
and what
his heart heard,
all of which went
forth in verse only
by accident.
(photo swiped from here.)
Friday, January 15, 2010
IS AND YET
in the moments
you forget
yourself, id invisible
you dissolve, go
stealth, you almost feel
like someone else.
trouble comes when you want
something other than what
is; and yet
the stress
you wear like a weight vest
lets you know you
exist.
(image lifted from Flikr.)
Thursday, January 14, 2010
MY MUSE
RUBBLE (for Steven Bauer)
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
POET SPOTLIGHT: KENNETH KOCH
A POST-IT ON THE DOOR OF THE CHURCH OF POETRY
what makes me feel
so horrible
is when i read your poetry
and i can't find the meaning
past the imagery.
call me simple-
minded but i have never met
a soybean that could sweat
or breathe
or a god-
damn piece of farm-
land that could hold
secrets in her soil
or leaves.
and another thing:
nobody uses the word
'tendrils'
anymore, not to mention Greek
myths or long-lined confessions
lacking calculation.
an admonition:
we are dying, pal,
and it has absolutely nothing
to do with anything
you're writing.
TUNDRA
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