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.
> Kenneth Wolman http://kenwolman.com http://kenwolman.blogspot.com
> "Only silence is shame."--Bartolomeo Vanzetti