Friday, June 12, 2009

Arrives the Heat

Exhaling humid breath
spongy monster
fleas and mosquitoes hovering its skin

lightning will arrive like a new idea
rain-cleanse the moment

a jellyfish turning itself inside out
salt streaming like stars
through galaxies


Mairi said...

I don't think I'd do well in a Carolina summer - I'm sure I'd feel exactly like your jellyfish, all melting and gelatinous - but I do like the idea of lighting arriving like a new idea. Your painting are lovely. Are they pastels? And are they actually collages or just painted to look like collages?

Anonymous said...

Poetry or prose cannot be formed merely through an arbitrary collection of words. The viability of a piece is in its lyricism via the ring of its intention (i.e. punctuation is the skin of the written word, etc)The placement of a letter(s), or a single gutteral sound played in contrast to a soft hiss for example are some of the ingredients that are essential in the makings of the internal, intrinsic musicality and a clear running thread of an idea (however lose that may be). Forcing seemingly random words together that would not otherwise be linked is not a direct path to the creation of the 'magic' of the written word. Discovering, revealing, etc. dissonance and resonance of each letter and the letter to the word and the word to the phrase and the phrase to the first stanza and then to the whole.The written word in this format is uniquely special in that upon the first reading it is a loose, organic cell of interplay. If done well, once the cell membrane is removed therein lies a smaller permeable cell and with each unraveling; an emotion or an untraceable feeling is felt within the reader. The essence at the very core of the innermost'cell' should still be able to move from the inside...out and have a cohesiveness to every other part.

The work needs 'working,' a seriousness needs to ring true to the playful sensibility. Free associating is a bit where it seems to fall at this point. A prodding relentlessness taken to the page is the power of the written word. There it holds the potentiality of promise.