Thursday, March 28, 2013

Sixty-Eight Statements About Poetry



1 Poetry arises out of the mystery of language. 2 Poetry is language used in the realm of personal revelation. 3 Poetry is the most private form of language. 4 And, paradoxically, poetry can be language at its most communal. 5 The two poles of poetic expression are the epic (communal) and the lyric (personal). 6 When poetry enters formal speech, formal speech becomes memorable. 7 The cliché is the enemy of a living, vital, formal poetry. 8 Poetry is a 'made' thing. 9 The poet is a maker of poems. 10 To read poetry is to be on the threshold of writing poetry. 11 Poems come out of poems. 12 When it rains outside, there is a poem inside waiting to be written. 13 The man or woman who spends his  or her life reading poetry knows something special. 14  No one will ever be comforted on their death bed by material wealth, but poetry might provide succor. 15 When a child recites a nonsense rhyme, the imagination finds another prodigy of language.  17  When a young lover writes a love poem, the heart announces a new beginning. 18 Poetry can be sad, but it doesn't have to be. 19 Poetry can be a celebration, an infinite joyful dance! 20 Poetry is utterly useless, and yet, and yet. 21 Wallace Stevens, famous American poet and vice-president of Hartford Accident and Indemnity: "Money is a kind of poetry." 22 William Carlos Williams, famous American poet and pediatrician: "It is difficult to get the news from poems yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there."  23 Many times the poem is incomprehensible to the reader because it was first incomprehensible to the poet. 24 Poetry can be as complex as the most complex mathematical equations, and then it can be as simple as a pebble found by one's toe on the beach. 25 Sometimes the most appropriate response to a poem is a shrug of the shoulders. 26 I have written five books of poetry, yet I consider myself never to have written a single poem. 27 Beginning is eternal, in poetry.  28 The turtle isn't a poet,  but he is the poet's teacher. 29 The crow isn't a poet,  but he is alert to the poet’s habits.   30 The sea is a good place for the poem, as is the desert.  31 When one knows poetry in two languages,  one is doubly blessed!  32 Long before prose forms -- the novel, the short story, history, philosophy etc. -- there was the poem.  33 When you hear a psalm, you hear poetry.  34 When you hear rap, you hear poetry.  35 When you hear a libretto, you hear  poetry.  36 When you hear lyrics, you hear poetry.  37 The ballad, a poem.  38 It is okay not to like poetry, it's okay to hate it, to find it boring, silly, stupid, it's okay; however, I guarantee there will come a time in your life when charged language, mysterious language beautiful language memorable language will move you, will bring you close to  tears: that is poetry, right there, at that instant.  39 Poetry can be about any subject and adopt the voices of any character. 40 Poetry can be a mask, a disguise, as when the poet speaks in the voice of a murderer, a saint, a child, a drunk, a tough guy.  41 The poem can be purely an act of the imagination.  42 The poem can be a playing field where language tests itself.  43 Poems visit the poet when she is least prepared.  44 When you don’t feel like reading poetry, don’t read poetry.  45 Walking is an excellent activity for composing a poem. 46 William Wordsworth often wrote poems while walking, as did Wallace Stevens. 47 Poems used to be a common part of the personal letter.  48 Cowboys write poetry, but so do factory workers.  49 Al Purdy wrote a wonderful poem about a glass of beer. 50 One can start any poem with a title.  51 For example, you could start a poem by writing the words “On Poetry” at the top of a page or screen.  52 Poems can be written with pencils, pens, manual typewriters, computers, cell phones, tongues, mind.  53 Some poets like to collaborate when writing poems.  54 It is fun, surprising, and it is a technique for beating the loneliness that writing sometimes requires. 55 Poetry is writing.  56 Poetry is [insert wound here]. 57 Poetry is found in the love of lemonade, the love of a kitten named Lemonade, and a beautiful girl seen briefly on a bus reading a book titled “Lemonade: poems by Jon Cone.” 58 The problems of poetry are essentially the problems of prayer.  59 Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.  60 The question of poetry’s extinction remains just that: a question. 61 Every society has its own form of poetry. 62 We encounter poetry much as we do air: whether we want to or not, we must breathe. 63 The poem is neither daffodil nor hammer. 64 The poem is both daffodil and hammer. 65 The  poem is a form of simultaneity. 66 Poems meet mystery head-on, by means of an imaginative elision. 67 Philosophy ends where poetry begins.  68 Whereof we cannot speak,  the poem speaks for us.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

My Kingdom Overlooking Horsehead Bay

I yearn for a kingdom.
Something modest.
No staggering palace,
A lighthouse instead.

What The Idiot Sang To Me

I pray thee drink a little water of thy pitcher
Genesis 24:17

Water in a bucket, bucket!
Water in a tire!

Paw it!
Paw it!

Sip it up a straw!

Water in a bucket, bucket!
Set the horse on fire!

Seize it!
Seize it!

Beat it till it raw


Sunday, March 17, 2013

Rejected For A Teaching Position At Coe College, The MFA Graduate Worries That He Will Never Ever Find Meaningful Work Anywhere Hehehehehehehehehehe

I seen things cross my heart and hope to die


The silo shanked beneath moon-thin light
where banked about ten feet high I stood
in a hazed sense of things I should be afraid of
and things I should love, like, oh, say  
a dumb dog come out of the scrub
to chase the wheel on some shitty truck.

It’s a hot one. The sun right up. 
I got my hat on but feel my head on fire.
Water in a bucket. Put my paw in, lift it out.
Sip this water from my paw-bowl.
The idiot sings to me, these here days of sun.


Or I could cut my tongue out with a paring knife
and leave it on a stump like a weird token
where the crows would come down on to it
to worry with their plague.