That poem was a tip of an iceberg.
Some things written are plainly obvious (intrinsic) some surreal, and others marked time - a remembrance of an intersection, a confluence.
This was the oldest profession meeting the oldest entertainment. "A" called herself a whore, writing towards being published, not what she wanted. It was about emotions-the basis of poetry or else these would be just recipes.
edit<--- wrote 2 more paragraphs that made this even more messy.
Needless to say, I also like it when you can understand what a poem is written for or about. That's why I wrote the poets notes in this one:
Message 13586288
or add pictures that an author writes about.
I thought you write well, said that on your last final bye (PMed remember), love Gypsy,X,Rambi,jpmac,Flickerful,many more's words or finds.
Like I told jbe awhile ago, something happened to have the shoppe door left wide open and no one here. I just homestead the place till you all came back, then I'll just pick out a few favourites and be off on my way.
Perceptions?- we are nothing but perceptions. And I am a pretty shallow perception- deep means getting my feet wet, but I jump in with both feet.Splash in the puddle.
(no cynical self-pity, just a perceptual fact):-)
In Those Years
~Adrienne Rich
In those years, people will say, we lost track
of the meaning of we, of you
we found ourselves
reduced to I
and the whole thing became
silly, ironic, terrible:
we were trying to live a personal life
and yes, that was the only life
we could bear witness to
But the great dark birds of history screamed and plunged
into our personal weather
They were headed somewhere else but their beaks and pinions drove
along the shore, through the rags of fog
where we stood, saying I
from DARK FIELDS OF THE REPUBLIC: POEMS 1991-1995 |
