"In man, creature and creator are united; in man there is matter, fragment, excess, clay, mud, madness, chaos; but in man there is also creator, sculptor, the hardness of the hammer, the divine spectator and the seventh day - do you understand this antithesis?" Friedrich Nietzsche.
Here is the poem for this week, which should be the poem for last week, only, it is late. I think this poem is similiar to the last poem ("I Cover the Waterfront") in aspects of style and the way things are being said. I like the idea of taking what is said and what is unsaid and putting the two together in the same line. Perhaps this is what I'm doing in these recent poems.
At 11 Tomorrow Morning
At 11 tomorrow morning
The wasps are at war in the kitchen.
When I take a ladle like a tennis racquet
Their bodies change yellow to black.
That blood soaked military flag
Is really the shadow of a bath mat
On the washing line. I’ve much respect
For those makers of bath mats and war.
Here is the poem for this week, "I Cover the Waterfront". The poem takes its first line and title from a song performed by Billie Holliday but written by Johnny W. Green and Edward Heyman. I actually think that this here poem is the one I have been trying to write for the last month or so. Whatever, its the best damn poem I've written for a while.
I Cover the Waterfront
I cover the waterfront
And write obituaries for long words in the summer.
My desk is alternately a pigeon’s wing,
Postcards, a pomegranate.
Since arriving I’ve been an orange sunspot
Putting the locals off their glasses
This weeks poem is "Perseus", another short piece I composed roughly a month ago. The genesis of the poem is a news story from Turkey I found online about a woman killing and subsequently beheading a man that had been abusing her for some time. Despite the graphic nature of this story, it seems to me that this Turkish woman is extremely brave and the story immediately brought to mind parrellels with the story of Perseus, which I am familiar with from the 1981 film directed by Desmond Davis. Enjoy...
Welcome to my blog. It shall be my aim and pleasure to post my poetry and hopefully many other interesting things here. I'll begin with this poem, "Crabbing", which was recently published by Miracle e-zine (website here: http://miracleezine.wix.com/miracle-e-zine#) in their sixth issue, though it was then called "Crab Fisherman" when it appeared there. Though it may really be an unremarkable poem, there is something charming about it.
He peers over the edge, measures out the line, then
lets drop his cloth bundle of bacon and trimmed fat,