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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 >> >