O I love it, A! Like the woman who didn't know what she meant 'til she she
heard what she said. Beautiful stuff. Me and Ken don't mind butts-in
(butt-ins..buttins..inbutting), o.k., interrupts. Another dear friend once
called our conversations interruptions.
Ken prolly has to work a real job, poor thang, whereas I only hafta do a
part-time gig at Best Buy and get to that P for D class by 9 a.m.
(whichistoday!).
So you let your senses adrift and pin your words to parts of that
experience, huh? I get that. I do that, too. AWESOME, Andrew! Can you
repro that pome by Ben Bullitt for all us to see? I for one would
appreciate it. Later, dude, I gotta catch a bus to class----
Your best student, or maybe your best friend hoo nose,
never-humble Judy
----- Original Message -----
From: "Andrew Burke" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Monday, June 20, 2005 5:13 AM
Subject: Re: "Fled is that Music. So Change the Record"
> Hey, Jude - to butt in on your talk with Ken, John Ashberry once said
> something to the effect that if he knew what he wrote about, there'd be no
> point in writing it. Writing brought him into new territory ... A great
> exploratory way of looking at it! & certainly my way over the years.
> Sometimes my poems 'mean' something but I truly try to avoid that - or
> should I say I let my senses adrift and then pin words to parts of that
> experience. Ben Bellitt (spl?) wrote a poem once about flying a kite, and
> how in the end the kite was flying him - in his concentration, etc.
> Writing
> poems is very much like that for me.
>
> End of butt-in.
>
> Andrew
> http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "judy prince" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Monday, June 20, 2005 11:06 AM
> Subject: Re: "Fled is that Music. So Change the Record"
>
>
>> Gotcha, Ken! I mean, I NEVER woulda guest it, not never! Poets should
>> charge for this service---of explaining what the hell their pomes
>> mean---thereby making enuff cash to pay for, uh, yeah, ok, forgit this .
>> .
> .
>>
>> Howsomever, let's bring our intellects back to the kernel most meaningful
> to
>> moi and my sis/bro POMES FER DUMMIES classmates: 1) Y don't poets know
>> what their pomes mean? and 2) well, if U adequately answer #1, then U
>> don't need me to pose #2.
>>
>> I've been watching you a long time, K, at least a month now, and I think
> you
>> can well handle that one question.
>>
>> By the way, the worse part of signing up for P Fer D class was that the
>> first day this guy sittin next to me sed: "U believe there's no
> CliffNotes
>> for this stuff?!" So that's Y I REALLY needa know what your answer is to
>> that question #1.
>>
>> Awesome, dude, thanx!
>>
>> OK yo mama's mama then
>>
>> ----- Original Message -----
>> From: "Kenneth Wolman" <[log in to unmask]>
>> To: <[log in to unmask]>
>> Sent: Sunday, June 19, 2005 10:16 PM
>> Subject: Re: "Fled is that Music. So Change the Record"
>>
>>
>> > judy prince wrote:
>> >
>> >> Ken, U needa provide CLUES to your pomes. I mean, despite my loving
> this
>> >> one and all, I can't figger out what the word "watercolor" means.
> Like,
>> >> does that mean that, like, acrylics would be more, say, "heavy" than
>> >> watercolors? Or pottery would be the medium most lending itself to
> music
>> >> that flees. I'm WAY confused, K, and I needa pass this damn poetry
>> >> course (POMES FER DUMMIES), so please help me!
>> >>
>> >> Yo mama
>> >
>> > Mah mama? Hah. I don't know what the poem is entirely about, I am
>> > sort
>> > of onto the genesis, I wrote the draft in the back of a colletion of
>> > Denise Levertov's last poems published in 1999 after her death. I was
>> > waiting for a train to arrive in Metropark. Words just happened to try
> to
>> > get at thoughts over the last few days. It's got nothing as far as
>> > know
>> > with Levertov.
>> >
>> > I am not good at telegraphing anymore. Used to work.
>> >
>> > Watercolor is a reference to an initially affecting poem by Anne
>> > Sexton,
>> > "For My Married Love Going Back to his Wife." Read in the light I sat
> in
>> > Friday night, the Sexton poem suddenly hit me as self-pitying. She
>> > describes the "solid" qualities of the wife, but concludes that "I am a
>> > watecolor, I wash off." Not to mention trying to slam "Ode To A
>> > Nightingale" in there. What I THINK I get at is the endless
> repeatablity
>> > of results: loving the wrong people, using diferent colors over the
>> > same
>> > outline, the result is the same...unless somehow we can break the
> pattern.
>> >
>> > I do not like intellectualizing my writing, The explanations are
>> > always
>> > off. I cannot entirely explain what I'm thinking or doing.
>> >
>> > Ken
>> >
>> > --
>> > Kenneth Wolman http://kenwolman.com
>> > http://kenwolman.blogspot.com
>> > --------------------------------------
>> > "Only silence is shame."--Bartolomeo Vanzetti
>>
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