I think you’re in an idi et amp phase here, Ken: loving what you do eve as you hate it.
But some lines seem a little awkward to me, even as i follow through…
Doug
On Dec 2, 2014, at 3:37 PM, Kenneth Wolman <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Diane is a very good poet who offers period online prompts. I picked up on this one. Don't know why.
>
> DIANE LOCKWARD'S PROMPT
>
> Describe, Diane says, something you wholly love.
> It is an exercise and I cannot do it because
> there is nothing anymore about which I care.
>
> No one loved. I am not passionate, I am gall, heartburn.
> I am a thief who burgles better poets' lines
> because I do not have their car keys.
>
> Perhaps you mean my cat? Oh, I love him,
> he does not walk in beauty, but instead
> like a conqueror, my crotch is his realm
>
> or he strides with firm prance across my desk.
> Who am I to whine, no one at all,
> I can wince from pain but still I'll feed him,
>
> how bad then can it be, and it is not,
> it is travels far less tangled than my own, where
> nothing ever happened of excitement,
>
> even my '67 trip to Mexico, we got laid,
> we got drunk, smoked dope, climbed a pyramid, none of it
> seemed to happen, for it was all lost in a fog:
>
> tequila and pulque and pot, and still I was too young
> to feel what I felt or see what I saw, too dense
> to see how I was being misshaped for my future.
>
Douglas Barbour
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