Ah, so that's it, is it? Maybe, Dave, some 'people at the top of the poetry
tree' suffer for the way in which they've climbed it.
For the most part, I think folks appreciate beauty and wisdom in any of
their manifestations. If some people invest the creator of these
manifestations with idol [idle?] worship, then they deny their own
creativity.
It also seems that most poets and other artists, inventors, etc, attribute
the 'source(s)' of much of their productions to Something Other Than
Themselves, whatever they choose to call it, which's inevitably humbling,
fundamentally joyful.
Best,
Judy
2008/12/27 David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]>
> Thanks, Judy.
>
> You know of late I've become very aware of the price poetry extols on
> its victims. I've also developed this horror as being seen as +a
> poet+, I just want to be a human being, and the terrible thing is that
> even those I've been closest to see me as a machine for making poems,
> I'd rather be a bricklayer, as I've said before!
>
> It isn't as if I'm a famous poet, just regarded in my extended
> backyard, how people at the top of the poetry tree cope with it I
> don't know, I couldn't!
>
> Best
>
> Dave
>
>
>
> 2008/12/27 Judy Prince <[log in to unmask]>:
> > I think you did beautifully! Besides, like the birth of a child, when a
> > poem's ready to arrive, it will artfully confound sleep.
> > J
> >
> > 2008/12/26 David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]>
> >
> >> Well it's the best I can do at just after four o'clock in the morning
> >> local time, Judy! I do know what you mean about making the analogy
> >> 'worked', that's why I left it at four lines.
> >>
> >> Care
> >>
> >> Dave
> >>
> >> 2008/12/27 Judy Prince <[log in to unmask]>:
> >> > Gorgeous last line, especially, Dave. I keep wanting to take out
> "snowed
> >> by
> >> > the fall of" bcuz it seems 'worked' to extend the analogy, whereas
> 'the
> >> > slush of waking' and 'the soft slow flakes' play----perfectly
> balanced,
> >> > gently startling, thought-bringing.
> >> > Best,
> >> >
> >> > Judy
> >> >
> >> >
> >> > 2008/12/26 David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]>
> >> >
> >> >> Even as I remember them, they fall from me.
> >> >> Perhaps we were once a part, apart now
> >> >> in the slush of waking, snowed by the fall
> >> >> of the soft slow flakes of shall we call it time?
> >> >>
> >> >> --
> >> >> David Bircumshaw
> >> >> Website and A Chide's Alphabet
> >> >> http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/
> >> >> The Animal Subsides
> http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html
> >> >> Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.co.uk
> >> >>
> >> >
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >> --
> >> David Bircumshaw
> >> Website and A Chide's Alphabet
> >> http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/
> >> The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html
> >> Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.co.uk
> >>
> >
>
>
>
> --
> David Bircumshaw
> Website and A Chide's Alphabet
> http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/
> The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html
> Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.co.uk
>
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