Poets: January Newsletter
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Poets: January Newsletter
some micropoems strike me as being epiphanies without journeys: the work delivers some form of insight, but I read it having not enjoyed the journey towards that insight, and so come away less impacted than I want to be.
Poets: January Newsletter
Nonetheless, some short poems strike a balance of craft and epiphany—and the most successful, in my opinion, contain some sort of mystery. They reach for something spiritual, greater-than-us, grasping towards the cosmos on little legs.
"[you fit into me]" by Margaret Atwood
you fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye
you fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye
Poets: January Newsletter
"To Be Alive" by Gregory Orr
To be alive: not just the carcass
But the spark.
That's crudely put, but...
If we're not supposed to dance,
Why all this music?
To be alive: not just the carcass
But the spark.
That's crudely put, but...
If we're not supposed to dance,
Why all this music?
Poets: January Newsletter
when a poet reaches out for ideal language to craft a poem, it is very much like trying to shape water or the wind: impossible; words are never perfect, and we seek to chase better ones. The love affair of the poet is a form of Eros, in the classical Greek sense: a desire shaped by lack.