Thank God for the holidays,and the weather getting better,for I need solitude and nature for the recovery of my wallet and liver as well as the tranquility needed for those thoughts which I cannot,will not deny. Is it unreasonable to expect appreciation for your honesty,which equals the disgust,expressed at that which is expressed? No,I doubt it. The voices in my head and I,are getting tired of each other and it's time to let the dogs out.
Light A Candle
An urban vulture,
hovers as prey gathers.
Just talking to people.
Night ripped by sound:
Sirens desperate race against time,
Friends scream at discovery,
A mother cries.
Blood washes out,
burns clothes in the forest.
This never happened.
I draw sad eyes,
on a face in the paper.
I feel like I know her,
sad to die so young.
Tears on a grave,
the death of a maiden.
Warm summer rain.
Poet quote comes from Yevgeny Yevtushenko,'a poets autobiography is his poetry. Anything else is just footnotes.
Leave Me Alone,I'm Trying To Write:)
Getting Out of The Garret
I wonder,if the fact that I've now decided to stop ignoring the urge to write,and my increasing sociability are connected? Not being generally regarded by most who know me as the most gregarious of men,down right misanthropic,I've probably spoken to more people and more interesting people since I started to write than I have for a long time.
I write,in public,since an unusual thing to do,people frequently,come up to me and ask what,I'm doing. The secret,is that I'm using an old-school pen and paper.A laptop says,go away,a pen and paper is old fashioned,and old fashioned,doesn't tell you to get lost.
I spent sunday evening,talking with a priest(casper),about poetry,music,god,football. He just had to know,what I was doing. This most solitary of arts,has,paradoxically,began to turn me into the most social of people.
NO ONE KNOWS WHERE THE HOBO GOES
A bad night out,
lightning illuminates the sky.
I see the way ahead.
It's a cold wind
and hard rain falling.
Smoked the last cigarette,
an hour ago.
Snow bends branches,
in the distance a light.
I just walk on.
Tracks covered up
and rain fills bootmarks.
Nothing passed by here,
Hobo in the snow.
Body heat falls,
with every drink taken.
Dead in the snow.
Poet quote of the day comes from Thomas Macauley,'Perhaps,no person can be a poet,or even enjoy poetry without a certain unsoundness of mind'
Take Your Best Shot
I've spent too long,writing to myself with this blog,I've decided it's time to crush my ego,in the forums. Expressing my arrogant insecurities,by opening myself to anonymous comments on the internet. Posting under a nom-de-plume Bragi,you can find me at http://www.everypoet.org/ and http://www.thepoetryforum.co.uk/.
Monday Evening in Tilst
Coming down from
A wine and beer hangover,
I detox
with coffee and poetry.
Smoking tasteless cigarettes,
As cars drive by in the distance.
I'm staying at a mates house,
He's at work and then
will go to his girlfriends.
My drinking partner
has to study for a test
And I have shit to do.
Today's poet quote, 'All a poet can do is warn' Wilfred Owen
Poetry Has Poor Public Relations
In Japanese culture,there are various 'Do's' or 'ways',Kendo(the way of the sword),Bushido(the way of the warrior) and also Kado(the way of poetry). The belief is that,through rigorous application and dedication to your 'way' or 'path',you'll eventually see into the nature of all things. The concept that poetry is a spiritual path and not a purely literary exercise is in modern culture,subject to derision but our ancestors would have agreed with the orient.
In Nordic culture,there was the Skald,in Celtic the Bard,in Provencal France before the Albigensian crusades,the Troubadour. They were the poets,storytellers,history keepers and lawgivers of the people. Honoured,respected passing between warring parties without let or hindrance. A gentleman was expected to fight gallantly,act honourable and express himself,especially to his lover,poetically.
A haiku
A pilgrim walks
towards the infinite.
back to the world
Today's poetry quote,'A poem is never finished,only abandoned' Paul Valery
