out of town for April 1 & 2, but will post first, second and third NaPo poems upon return. I’m in! Mainly because I have a great idea about what I’ll be writing for April. More soon.
Coming right up! I’m doing it, definitely. Just not sure where/how I will post.
In everything but poetry?
And at least this UK discussion board has a forum for US (& other) poetry. I’m not aware of any US discussion board which gives a specific reciprocal place to UK (& other) poetry.
The US and UK poetry seem, from here, to be two separate universes, two distinct planets, with only the occasional pond-straddling pioneer (Rob Mackenzie and just a handful of others come to mind) at the ‘working’ level, where most of us operate. (At the mega-poet level – where there are mega-poets – all things become much more equal, don’t they?)
Is this an accurate picture? If so, is such working-level separateness good or bad for Poetry?
And that’s just the US-UK divide. There’s also the huge and important rest of the English-speaking poetry blogosphere. Is there more or less connectedness there?
Should people who care about Poetry be trying to do anything about any of this?
Or should we just be all Candide and il faut cultiver son jardin?
When I go away from you
The world beats dead
Like a slackened drum.
I call out for you against the jutted stars
And shout into the ridges of the wind.
Streets coming fast,
One after the other,
Wedge you away from me,
And the lamps of the city prick my eyes
So that I can no longer see your face.
Why should I leave you,
To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?
You tell me that the peonies need spraying,
That the columbines have overrun all bounds,
That the pyrus japonica should be cut back and rounded.
You tell me these things.
But I look at you, heart of silver,
White heart-flame of polished silver,
Burning beneath the blue steeples of the larkspur.
And I long to kneel instantly at your feet,
While all about us peal the loud, sweet Te Deums of the Canterbury bells.
from Madonna of the Evening Flowers, Amy Lowell
I will sit in my rocking chair and beat people with my cane.
– Whale Child homework paper, March 2009