Hi noun,
There's a lot of energy here! You don't let your readers settle on any one
image before you're giving them something else! A mind full of dogs fighting
and pigeon droppings is intruiging!
I sense each poem coheres by its own logic, and makes its own sense in its
own way, and I can leap from the initial mention of Russia and Spain towards
the place you call "outer poetry" - but it's how you're moving me from where
you start to where you finish that's difficult for me to go with.
And the phrase "it pukes words and holds them in balance" isn't easy to
visualise... (in fact it feels "eurch!" LOL).
But a poet reflecting on poetry is a good thing - imho
Bob
>From: noun <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: Outer Poetry
>Date: Thu, 3 Oct 2002 00:39:34 +0100
>
>When it happens for me
>there is a blend of airs
>like from Russia and Spain
>or anywhere
>It comes from a space in my mind
>where the dogs fight until death
>and pigeon droppings turn everything white
>There is no right or wrong as written in books
>There is no truth and no body has an answer
>It is something I can't touch
>It mounts a heavy horse, well fed on grain
>and slowly walks to the end of the world
>It bounces more than I wish it to
>It pukes words and holds them in balance
>a delicate balance where one word can throw
>the whole thing off
>into outer poetry
>
>noun
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