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2013, 20th century, 5*, being, books, doing, hope, library, looking, poetry, purpose, Robert Frost, searching, seeing, streets, Sylvia Plath, Woolwich, writing
‘like a piece of ice on a hot stove
the poem must ride on its own melting’
in
modern libraries there are
fewer poetry books
came up to Woolwich
to find a voice but couldn’t find what I was looking for
wandering the streets
I was trying too hard
hoping
even before I got here
I could
start
where I am and let the heat from my own poem
slip and melt
as it will …
thank you Robert Frost – it seems there was a purpose after all
in coming to Woolwich and
sitting in the library where I
might never have chanced
upon the anthology of 20th
Century Poets (looking for
Sylvia anyway), it’s just that
I can’t see under my own nose
for all my searching and hope
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
20th century wormhole: titanic
being & doing wormhole: no biggie:
books wormhole: the declensions of constant possibility throughout times
looking wormhole: tag cloud poem VI – anyone’s eyes
poetry & writing wormhole: there
searching wormhole: the Buddha head in an antique shop
seeing wormhole: cold wind
streets wormhole: movement
Sylvia Plath wormhole: the early morning of the sixties
Woolwich wormhole: letters to Mum I – a walk / and talk
The title alone is endearing, Mark. I think every poet should have this on a magnet stuck to their refrigerator, bobbling on their car dash or wired to their bicycle basket.
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oh, please; I hope you do understand that it is a quote from Robert Frost!
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All the same, Mark … and now I know what I’ll be looking for in the library today!
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natch
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Just been reading a wonderful series of essays on The Rumpus:
“A poem is a message from the depths of the human story reconfigured and brought back to other human beings. This message includes a celebration of ritualized gestures of construction and destruction and reconstruction that define human consciousness.
Or if not construction and destruction and reconstruction, then assembly and shattering and restoration, or formation, deformation, and reformation, or creation and disintegration and and rebirth.”
Here Biespiel is specifically referencing Frost.
Apologies for the long quote. There is SO much jam-packed in this whole series…
http://therumpus.net/2014/05/david-biespiels-poetry-wire-the-poets-journey-chapter-4/
The poem lives in and by its own burning…the phoenix fire…
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came back to this because of your recent mentch (https://poemtstry.wordpress.com/2015/12/09/if-you-cant-stand-the-heat/); hadn’t noticed your message before … needs referencing in your ‘poemstray’?
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Oh yes! I’ll should be referencing Mr. Biespiel as well! Thanks for the reminder.
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