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Line & Other Poems, an eBook
drawn from poetry that I have written at various stages in my life. Here are some
selected poems.
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There is really no definition of poetry that does it
for me. Given the limits of language, perhaps there is not an adequate
one available that covers all its dimensions.
In some ways it is totally useless. Let's face it: Some people just
do not relate. (And that is OK, too.) As Frank O'Hara said:
Too many poets act like a
middle-aged mother trying to get her kids to eat too much cooked
meat, and potatoes with drippings (tears). I don’t give a damn
whether they eat or not... Nobody should experience anything they
don’t need to, if they don’t need poetry, bully for them. . .
For those of us who do tune in to creative consciousness this way,
writing poetry
is a treasure, the key to which is a refining of the spirit, a
crystallization of the Self.
Poetry is not truth; it is not god and in fact often consists of
passionate lies. Yet, for those of us able to use the power of its raw
perception, we tremble in expectation as we write the truth of our being
expressed only in words.
As a friend of mine says: It's impossible not to share.
Most of my latest poetry and some of the older stuff is posted on my blog,
A Place for Haibun or is
posted at Writers Cafe.
