I know this comment was a compliment… yet it illustrates the fundamental divide in the person I once was (and want to be again) and the person I’ve become, despite my efforts. No poetry.
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I don’t mean to lend credence to your interpretation (not only because I think it’s not true, but because it doesn’t have to be a binary proposition; you are intellectually insightful AND poetic), but it has been Too Long since we’ve seen you post one of your own poems on this blog!
I agree it doesn’t have to be binary. At least not for everyone. But I think it might be fr me!
When it comes to my own poems, you are right. The Motley Reading has taken priority for this month. I don’t think I can do that again– and then April will be another poem-a-day (or something) month.
I’m thinking about doing a prose-poem/flash-fiction/whatever project for March.
I don’t know if this helps, but here’s something that has recently (re-)occured to me. As a young man I had illusions of writing, both prose and poetry, neither of which I actually *did* enough of, and when I did, I approached it too often intellectually. As I grew older, I took on the intellectual mantle, got a Master’, but begged off the PhD and never really was able to wear it fully, in part because I let my emotions “get in the way,” in part because I am too intuitive to ever survive as an academic/intellectual. And this saddened me until I realized (again, after forgetting for the umpteenth time) that it is not the case that artists don’t “think” or aren’t “intellectual” but that, in my experience at least, they ACT even though they often only “sense” the whole picture, and that far from being a shortcoming this merging of intuition, intellect (and courage, and action) represents the best one can hope for in the face of the question of life (and is not exclusive to the arts; great science can embody it too). And so, here I am again, an “artist” (stuck in an educational technologists body
I don’t think there’s such a great divide, it may just be a question of finally coming around (again) to knowing yourself. So yes, please do post more poems. Be brave, if for no other reason than… well, what else can you do, really?
(Sorry for parachuting into the Dubliners discussion; I am intrigued enough, though, to dig out my copy and at least try a reading of ‘The Dead’ this afternoon. That may not be fair, as it does exist as the final story of this whole collection, but it’s likely all I can muster. We’ll see…)