@TomSnarsky Great, witty, brilliant even—but not poetry, right? There has to be a classification for such, a home to which it belongs. As in “written by a poet.” Or there must be a great redefining of what “is” poetry. Not to say length or width but some dimension that helps explain poetry!
In 2006 a high school English teacher asked students to write to a famous author & ask for advice.
KURT VONNEGUT was the only one to respond.
His reply was a doozy.
This is beautiful. As a poet & poetry editor, this is what I’m looking for— philosophical exploration grounded in concrete observations. & I love that I found it here— a perfect response to Jesse’s post, a smooth stone skipping far across the great lake of social media ✅
Probability zero. Yet here we are. In the anomaly. Stubbing our toes and burying our parents and falling in love with things we know we'll lose.
Maybe the restriction isn't the punishment. Maybe the narrow bandwidth is the whole curriculum.
You can't grieve what you were never attached to. You can't love without the risk of loss. You can't be changed by something that costs you nothing.
The body isn't the worst interface. It's the only one that makes any of it matter.
We'll dive into the soup
With a grain of salt between our teeth
And won't come up
Until we learn its song.
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[no one quite like Charles Simic in his foodie poem wildness]
Basho’s innovation was to expose resonance in dissonance. The mix of the shitting yet elegant bush warbler and the left overs from New Years is jarring but resonant. Fitzsimmon’s note sets the scene: a sunlit porch that resonates and perfects the gestalt. Basho’s haiku rocks.
Lyric commands a conceptual/formal hinge: plain diction, plural voices, shifting horizons (gestalts), concision, clear crisp rhythms. A porous self. Things are known from the inside (metaphor).The craft is illustrated by the verse of Don McCay, one of Canada’s best. “Hindsight”!