HI Gang,
Well I suppose I have to admit it I have been a
lurker for along time now, I almost never contribute, been with Poetyetc since
No 1 , I did contribute once but put my foot in my mouth (still sorry
Alison)
I guess it's because I feel a bit out of sync here,
having read so many post, so many poems on this site, I find that my view of
poetry and poetics would be at odds with most members (I have this same problem
with life) so I tend not to say anything.
Just for a bit of insight into what I mean, I find that my
poetry has nothing affirmative to say and does not describe anything other than
itself, there is almost no view of the world, or much of an assimilation to it
in my stuff.
About me, I am a composer and poet, both my music and poetry
are quite similar, short, tonal and sharp, I compare most tonal music to the
spoken word, and if I was to compare how I write to how I compose I would say I
am a tonal poet, and there is not much that is complex about my
works.
Most of my stuff is Art Poetry, it's a style of poetry I have
been working on with two Aussie artists, (my interpretation) Art Poetry is a
short descriptive poem with an added graphic (art work) as a watermark,
attachment or depiction of the poem.
Some stuff can be found at www.logopix.com the Artist is Tanya
Rossi. Look in the Portfolio.
I have also had some involvement with OZpoet run by my friend
Gillian Savage, as a judge.
I am currently in a little group called Sydney Poets
Society, yeah I know the name is a bit of a wank, the group came about from a
poetry workshop at Sydney University, we meet at the Friend in Hand pub in Glebe
every second Tuesday, and discuss poetry between drinks, sometimes we attend the
poetry slam there afterwards, some pretty good nights there.
Well, not much else to say other than to post a resent poem,
so hope to see a few more lurkers coming out.
Yours.
In Construction
A single sound (or the pressure of it's
creation)
ripples across the body of history.
One word (or the thoughts around
it)
connecting solidly.
The touch (or the need to reach
out)
filling the chasm in loved lives.
Your eyes (or the desire unfolding behind
them)
wanting only what your life allows.
Not content (or the formula of it
self)
but in construction you will feel it.