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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