aw crap, done it again, sent to wrong address. say, why not read the
whole megilla? www.anticview.blogspot.com
iMac wrote:
yeah, my poems are done.
done
LIKE
dog ~
Jooh edit crab
On 29-Sep-06, at 5:53 PM, Allen Bramhall wrote:
AHB: Maybe the poem is dead, and Poetry is thinking up another guise
for its exhaustive antics. Your questions all seem bundled around
whether or not the poem is participating with us readers, or if it
has finished and moved on. Looking at some middle of the road poetic
claptrap today, I won't bother to name the perps, and the form of so
many of these poems, even the ones I enjoyed or respected, seemed
plain <i>done</i>. poetry, however, goes on. the problem with those
MOR poetry volumes is an attenuation of force (not a bang, a
whimper). we've heard poems such as these, seemingly can't avoid
them. it would be nice to call them bad poems, but that's not enough,
nor is it accurate. many are crummy exercises, but not all are. the
poems bother me with their complacency. these poems survive because
they are familiar, obeying the strictures. the grammar, as you say,
is completed. I don't mean my stance to sound so snotty, but I think
there's a genre of comfortable poems. those are poems that are
content in their restrictions. Poetry, on the other hand, is the vast
question mark addressed to language. Poetry trumps poem every time. a
poem is a microcosmic possibility, a point on the map. I don't know
if I am answering any of your questions. I see in them a sense of
poetry as a process of agitation. a general ennui signals that the
grammar has been completed. the US Poet Laureates have, in recent
years (not that I've paid much attention to these lofty figures of
Parnassus), been big on developing ways to trick people into liking
poetry. they may convince some few to like certain poems, but poetry
requires an inspired dedication. homages are the last hint of the
freshening wave.
