Sunday, December 16, 2012
new day
The blind king no longer hides and by midday light finds every corner.
Perceiving players and plots unite,
the inevitability of truth,
at sundown the king declares all is well
and vanishes.
(for Oedipus)
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
wings
Metaphors in motion
Some say we create our worlds
from memories made long ago
like the clam awash in pounding surf
on a wild and pristine beach
turning into bony jaws and frothy milk,
irritations into pearly teeth --
on to roaring motors quieted down
and car hoods opening,
robots that look like us.
from memories made long ago
like the clam awash in pounding surf
on a wild and pristine beach
turning into bony jaws and frothy milk,
irritations into pearly teeth --
on to roaring motors quieted down
and car hoods opening,
robots that look like us.
Monday, August 20, 2012
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
silver sky
The poet
is a misfit
disaffecting
those who would disable her
she's trouble
like plato's escaped prisoner
delights in discovery
in seeing
and seeing further
though she may be
blind like homer
disaffecting
those who would disable her
she's trouble
like plato's escaped prisoner
delights in discovery
in seeing
and seeing further
though she may be
blind like homer
and when her faith
wiggles out of its cocoon
into a poem
it sometimes has wings
wiggles out of its cocoon
into a poem
it sometimes has wings
Friday, June 29, 2012
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Monday, April 30, 2012
the "madness" of the poet (a commentary)
I'm beginning to read The Modern Poet, by Robert Crawford (Professor of Modern Scottish Literature, St. Andrews, published by Oxford University Press). Professor Crawford "…shows how many successive generations of poets have needed to collaborate and to battle with academia" (quoted from the cover). As I read the Introduction, I'm impressed with many of the writer's insights, and certainly with his abundance of data, but dismayed by a continuing referral to the "madness" of poets. Why does he prefer this word to "inspired" which has a different, and more positive, connotation?
It has been a common delusion in "modern" times that poets are "mad", even need to be "mad" to write poetry, and madness is not exactly what most people trust (Professor Crawford among them?). Too, a poet's personal aberrations can become confused with his talent, as though sanity and insanity, at least temporarily, really go together, and this confusion is not uncommon in academia. Most writers of poetry associate their art with their highest awareness and sometimes call it 'revealed truth', a gift as it were. Poetry is found in high places; but how many reach those places? In that context, the association of poetry with "madness" is inherently oppressive -- with enough repetition, the young, especially, are subtly discouraged from reaching for it with thought and feeling, and encouraged instead as part of their "education" to conform and be "normal" (where a great deal of real insanity is fostered). Dr. Crawford, with one foot in academia, reveals the nature of the poet's "battle with academia" in his choice of words.
Here is a bit of verse related to this theme (as all poetry is):
The Visitor
Like rain dropping into the sea
like mist evaporating
when boundaries disappear
I grow larger and larger
***
The shape-shifter that sets me free
unveils what I hold too tightly,
lives behind my masks and in them,
in stones too, and mere words
***
Faithful as a rising sun
love appears dressed in light
to unite with me, to create new life,
when I am willing.
It has been a common delusion in "modern" times that poets are "mad", even need to be "mad" to write poetry, and madness is not exactly what most people trust (Professor Crawford among them?). Too, a poet's personal aberrations can become confused with his talent, as though sanity and insanity, at least temporarily, really go together, and this confusion is not uncommon in academia. Most writers of poetry associate their art with their highest awareness and sometimes call it 'revealed truth', a gift as it were. Poetry is found in high places; but how many reach those places? In that context, the association of poetry with "madness" is inherently oppressive -- with enough repetition, the young, especially, are subtly discouraged from reaching for it with thought and feeling, and encouraged instead as part of their "education" to conform and be "normal" (where a great deal of real insanity is fostered). Dr. Crawford, with one foot in academia, reveals the nature of the poet's "battle with academia" in his choice of words.
Here is a bit of verse related to this theme (as all poetry is):
The Visitor
Like rain dropping into the sea
like mist evaporating
when boundaries disappear
I grow larger and larger
***
The shape-shifter that sets me free
unveils what I hold too tightly,
lives behind my masks and in them,
in stones too, and mere words
***
Faithful as a rising sun
love appears dressed in light
to unite with me, to create new life,
when I am willing.
(by Joneve McCormick)
***
See also interview with Poetry Pacific.
***
Monday, April 9, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Monday, January 2, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
alone at last
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