My mind's continuing verbal wars with itself.When I find myself arrived at the end of a poem and I can not remember the poem then one of two things must have happened: either I fell asleep or the poem did.
A Prayer Like Gravity
Mundus vult decipi
My mind's continuing verbal wars with itself.When I find myself arrived at the end of a poem and I can not remember the poem then one of two things must have happened: either I fell asleep or the poem did.
A Prayer Like Gravity 
I get that alot 😦
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It is just one of those things that happens.
Sometimes it is the poem.
Sometimes it is the reader.
Often it is the combo of reader/poem/time/state-of-mind.
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Yes that combo does ring true, ah well on we plod 😉
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It’s especially bad when I wrote the poem!
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Ayup. It’s re-write time.
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or that the better poem has got nothing essential to do with you or your writing skill (written with No Mind – Zen Mind Beginner’s Mind; first thought, best thought); I love poems like this, I log them, forget about them, and then come across them later with all the excitement and charm of a New Find, ‘did I write this?’ … NO! … may as well share it; it’s not so much ‘mine’ – although it wouldn’t have happened without me there scribbling – but it is all the more there because of this …
… how many different ways will I end up saying this: when the finger points to the moon, the fool (the auteur) will look at the finger and wonder how fine a pointing it is making …?
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The best is not so much written by the poet but through the poet. Not so much creator as conduit.
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have a look at the last two lines of http://authoredangioplasty.wordpress.com/2014/02/07/163/ …
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Did and it’s a fine piece. I mentioned a piece on Ashberry’s poetry over there and how basically one could say that all of his poems are “about poetry” and I think this ties in here as well. I feel that it is somewhat unavoidable that all poetry is at the very least “about language” in not actually “about poetry.”
Funny thing — when I wrote this I actually intended it to be about reading poems. You know how you get to the end of reading a piece and you can’t actually remember it? Sometimes it’s an indication of the reader’s attention or lack there-of, but sometimes it is an indication of the piece’s lack of attention or focus.
Very interesting to me how this can be taken in these two distinct and yet integrally related ways.
Thanks as always–
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And perhaps this is all-the-more indication that I was not writing this piece but that it was writing through me, despite what I thought it meant!
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That is so strangely wise…
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Thank you Trent–if it’s wisdom, I have to admit I just stumbled upon it. But maybe that’s all we ever do.
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I don’t think it’s possible to anticipate any kind of direct route to wisdom – it comes in its own time, if ever at all.
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Aye–True that–
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I had to take a deep breath after I read this poem. Still not sure why – but I know it’s a good reason.
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Well thank you so very much for that. I thought I knew just what this one was about when I posted it, but now I find myself scratching my head about it so I think I know what you mean.
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It is most definitely a good thing. It means the poem has a personality of its own – one that even its creator cannot completely understand 😉
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Absolutely. Appreciation often has little or nothing to do with understanding.
Most of my favorite poets baffle me.
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….sometimes it’s the whiskey. 🙂
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Aye, ‘twould be, could be, had it happened a few years or more ago, but now….
Took me almost a year to reply to this and sadly, I can’t say it’s the whiskey this time either…..sorry ’bout that….this one slipped through….Happy NY!
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