tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24849082.post53093655453015708..comments2024-02-05T02:52:03.748-08:00Comments on (Ed Coletti's) NO MONEY IN POETRY: Madgalene's Response/Whalen Tribute/SoCoCo At the ToadEd Colettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05337856316631860342noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24849082.post-50702982071518299372008-12-06T04:51:00.000-08:002008-12-06T04:51:00.000-08:00I hear you. Not in lament but exultationI hear you. Not in lament but exultationcarlmackihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03135557806241986199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24849082.post-5293107652992172472008-11-23T04:34:00.000-08:002008-11-23T04:34:00.000-08:00No one reads poetry?Are there too many poets writi...No one reads poetry?<BR/><BR/>Are there too many poets writing and not enough readers? Is this new? I think perhaps the industry of producing poets is new - and should probably be dismantled and demolished and abolished. Not for the poets it produces, like so many Pez dispensers, but for the illusion it peddles that poetry is a "special and sacred Art " that only the learned and initiated can really understand. The People do not read poetry because we have taught them that they cannot understand poetry without extensive instruction in the Art of deconstruction. We have made poetry a chore. Full stop.<BR/><BR/>My Grandmother lived far away from any library or bookstore yet she devoured poetry and knew by heart many many poems. From Shakespearean Sonnets ... "That time of year thou mayst in me behold/ When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang/ Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,/ Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang." – to Wordsworth – to the simple rhymes of the itinerant (and often illiterate) poets who came to recite in return for a place to sleep and a meal. And she wrote pO-Ems. Poems for special occasions. Poems of remembrance, of celebration, poems for children lost and of dreams turned. Poems to say what she couldn't bring herself to say any other way. We loved the words she wrote and listened uncritically. But they're gone now, gone to dust along with land she farmed.<BR/><BR/>Are there are too many poets and not enough readers? Don't know. But maybe we should just let the eight year old write his poem and recite it to us and tape it the fridge for all to see.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24849082.post-17981055547718295102008-11-12T23:09:00.000-08:002008-11-12T23:09:00.000-08:00Hey Eddie you always have an audience for your tho...Hey Eddie you always have an audience for your thoughts. Problem is time and space. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately your vast audience, many annonymous don't conform to your schedule. I would suggest it may be because many of us lack time management skills or maybe like me just fail to retain acquired skills from our busy careers. After I retired I seem to have lost all my notes. <BR/><BR/>Please think of what you produce as not only a gift but also a part of eternity. I know I do. Or at least until the world is expected to end on December 21, 2012. Or is it the 31st? I really need to know this stuff because I am thinking of sending everyone I know expensive Christmas presents that year. That is if I still have a gold card and a balance I can max out. I want to commit a few last moment sins and hope there's an afterlife so I can show up to taunt all this folks that I witnessed screwing others including me during their lives. <BR/><BR/>Why am I rambling on about all this nonsense. Too much time on my feeble hands. And obviously I have a warped sense of humor among my other traits.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24849082.post-8160494328664815222008-11-12T12:28:00.000-08:002008-11-12T12:28:00.000-08:00I agree with David Madgalene that it is indeed a g...I agree with David Madgalene that it is indeed a good thing that so many people are writing poetry these days. There are many petals to this flower. One is that as we write our own poems, we often become curious about other people's work and we bcome part of a readership and an audience. Also, having worked with students from second grade through adulthood helping them write their own poems, I find that after creating their own poems, student poets become more revitalized, re-tuned and more broadly responsive than if they had simply read someone else's (usually a stranger and often a dead one) poem. Yes, we do write poems for ourselves, in order to: express thoughts, feelings, and perceptions; push through psychic and intellectual barriers; experiment with different musics; respond to the world and other people's work; recapture a time and place, and invent new ones. I find we also write poems to the dead and for the dead. When a voice has entered us like a parent's, or an uncle's or a teacher's, over time we send back our own poems, raising them over the earth to join the voices whirling overhead.gwynnohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08454470543002173712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24849082.post-1462515739215518152008-11-12T10:00:00.000-08:002008-11-12T10:00:00.000-08:00Cooooool. That must have been amazing. The event ...Cooooool. That must have been amazing. The event here was great. Always been a big fan of clark's<BR/><BR/>-sonAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com