Janet, I, too, often feel "like someone else wrote" my poems. Not just poetry, either, much of any writing I do. Has been that way since kidhood, and in college I often quite honestly felt that if I just sat down at the typewriter, the words would come out all in a rush from somewhere beyond me, with my simply re-positioning paragraphs and adding a punctuated bit here and there---all of which you've called "accidental." We've had a great tho too brief thread on petc about the "Muse or Craft" ("inspiration or perspiration") topic, but I'd love more poets' viewpoints and examples.
Re your following poem-piece, what moves my delite is the "surge" moving fast through the player's instrument and body and the hearers and everywhere. The alliteration, the collection of commas pushing the sound along----they, to me, seem to mimic his sound, your focus on it, and your way of writing about it, as well.
Best, and I hope those who seem to be sleeping today will jump in with their thoughts; it's great for a poet to hear peers' considered reactions!
Judy
>>I think this is finished now. Feels like someone else wrote it.
>> It's full of rhymes and sound-echoes that I don't remember putting in.
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>> Centred
>> 2005
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> Janet, forgive what may seem a "slash n burn" tactic, I just want you to
> know where my senses most perked up:
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>> Sound surges up his spine, through his chest, shoulders, head,
>> into his eyes, into his hands on body, neck, strings, pick
>> and by magic he understands, wire and amp and wave
>> and magic he doesn't understand, music-magic
>> into listeners and band and back
>> into his ears, his body, into the walls and into everything
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>> Janet
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