Happy National Poem-In-Your-Pocket Day
April is of course National Poetry Month
The Boulder Bookstore was was giving out short poems that you were sopposed to memorize and then pass it on to someone else. i took one on 14 April when i went to Amy Catanzano's reading there (her book "i Epiphany" is great, as i'm sure "Multiversal," the book she read from, is as well)
anyway i wanted to share the poem i took because it has the turn that i always like in a good poem. what i mean by turn is, i guess, some change in perspective or some amazing detail that makes the poem different from what you thought it was when you began reading it--something that makes you think or interpret things differently just for a moment. The poem is called "Advice From the Experts" by Bill Knott:
I lay down in the empty street and
parked
My feet against the gutter's curb while
from
The building above a bunch of gawkers
perched
Along its ledges urged me don't, don't
jump
in other poetry news, i have been trying to start the poem my parents have commissioned me to write about our property. i've thought alot about it and had some false starts yesterday. i'm still feeling the block. i thought maybe i could do it this morning but Mojo always throws me into chaos before i can sit down to write. maybe i'll try during his afternoon nap. i thought about writing it in form but i think free verse would be better-like Wordsworth's "Tintern Abbey" i think it would be best to think of it as a giant haiku, i think that would best capture the heart of where we live.
The Boulder Bookstore was was giving out short poems that you were sopposed to memorize and then pass it on to someone else. i took one on 14 April when i went to Amy Catanzano's reading there (her book "i Epiphany" is great, as i'm sure "Multiversal," the book she read from, is as well)
anyway i wanted to share the poem i took because it has the turn that i always like in a good poem. what i mean by turn is, i guess, some change in perspective or some amazing detail that makes the poem different from what you thought it was when you began reading it--something that makes you think or interpret things differently just for a moment. The poem is called "Advice From the Experts" by Bill Knott:
I lay down in the empty street and
parked
My feet against the gutter's curb while
from
The building above a bunch of gawkers
perched
Along its ledges urged me don't, don't
jump
in other poetry news, i have been trying to start the poem my parents have commissioned me to write about our property. i've thought alot about it and had some false starts yesterday. i'm still feeling the block. i thought maybe i could do it this morning but Mojo always throws me into chaos before i can sit down to write. maybe i'll try during his afternoon nap. i thought about writing it in form but i think free verse would be better-like Wordsworth's "Tintern Abbey" i think it would be best to think of it as a giant haiku, i think that would best capture the heart of where we live.