Yup, this is Awesome, Deborah. I needed several hours between readings in
order to relax m' unbrain, tho---nothing to do with your poem; it's that ole
teacher-mode that kills m' pome-openness mode.
Here go some parts that blew my unbrain off: Nope, dammit, that isn't gonna
work, as is often the case with just VERY VERY GOOD STUFF---bcuz I'd hafta
write the whole pome, but you've already done that. I would just suggest
that whatever roll you're on, you keep standing on it and tell the baker to
keep em coming. U ROCK, girl!
Judy hoo nose a Poet when she reads one---and don't nobody forget that!
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From: "deborah russell" <
Subject: something of a snap
Drenched With Poetry
Vulnerable - open
to the entrapments
of stylistic fixation,
knowing
their tendencies
toward language-centered
relative positions
(a horizontal mapping, of sorts)
and that editing composition
literally recalls attention
to their previous
spatial arrangements - they,
nevertheless, begin to read
on the same page
Their first instances;
star, blue, orchid,
bloodrush . . . explosion !
Their tongues wet
with anticipation
they reinvent word patterns -
compose the sky with clarification;
asterisks, apostrophes
and ellipses . . .
Drenched with poetry,the silt
of their languageslips silently
in rhythm and rhyme
The impulses, pulse within
the covers of their book
and the desire
for vertical integration
becomes co-existent
with narrative frames
The experience entices fingers
with new poems (in a minimalist form)
and quickens even
the movement of time
Deborah Russell, © 2005
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