Just before it fell, his aeroplane flew like hell despite the flimsy wing’s torn fabric. At least, that’s how it was depicted in the black and white picture. Even back then, any attempt to leave the solid world beneath our feet behind— just what the heck is behind that unarticulated urge to exit, to escape?--was the same kind of leap of faith that a boy with feathers pasted together in a dream contraption, the merging of bird and man, took, or a husband takes when he seizes the moment, a pause in the conversation, a far away look in his potential lover’s gaze. That moment before he stepped-tripped-was shoved off that cliff was as exquisite as the dangerous maneuvering of your face— I yank the ripcord but the parachute fails to open--as it closes in, a slow- motion descent of the swan as he makes his splash-landing upon Leda, for the kiss/kill.
My gut reaction alot of times is to respond to what I read or see on blogs via poetry--but it ain't everybody's cup of tea. (I almost kinda wish all of the poets with blogs would "talk" to one another solely through poems....I've tried to engage several people/poets but no one ever responds in kind) So, if you don't want me writing poems on your blog, heck, just say so. (grin) Ain't no big thing. I've been shot down before, god knows.
Meanwhile, what a cool project. I couldn't look at earlier because I was at work. Can't wait to see what this making a poem in "real" time looks like.
Writing is hard. You know, I feel like those 3 words are a splinter....no, a fetus inside of me now. I ran with them in my head, I went to bed with them in my head, I woke up with them in my head.
Do, do, DO send any edits of my poem via email. I don't workshop my stuff on any of the boards anymore (I do on occasion post a poem but it's never with the real, serious intent of workshopping it) so any and all feedback, especially from you would be welcome and helpful.
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(written in response to that postcard)
Exit
Just before it fell,
his aeroplane flew
like hell despite the flimsy
wing’s torn fabric.
At least, that’s how it was depicted
in the black and white picture.
Even back then, any attempt to leave
the solid world beneath our feet behind—
just what the heck is behind
that unarticulated urge
to exit, to escape?--was the same
kind of leap of faith that a boy
with feathers pasted together in a dream
contraption, the merging
of bird and man, took,
or a husband takes when he seizes
the moment, a pause in the conversation,
a far away look in his potential
lover’s gaze. That moment before
he stepped-tripped-was shoved off
that cliff was as exquisite as the dangerous
maneuvering of your face—
I yank the ripcord but the parachute
fails to open--as it closes in, a slow-
motion descent of the swan as he makes
his splash-landing upon Leda,
for the kiss/kill.
Thanks for the poem, Laurel
Hey, I hope you don't mind.
My gut reaction alot of times is to respond to what I read or see on blogs via poetry--but it ain't everybody's cup of tea. (I almost kinda wish all of the poets with blogs would "talk" to one another solely through poems....I've tried to engage several people/poets but no one ever responds in kind) So, if you don't want me writing poems on your blog, heck, just say so. (grin) Ain't no big thing. I've been shot down before, god knows.
Meanwhile, what a cool project. I couldn't look at earlier because I was at work. Can't wait to see what this making a poem in "real" time looks like.
Laurel,
I like your poems. Feel free.
And if I don't respond in kind, it's just because sometimes writing is hard, and I hesitate to post it on the web.
Oh, and I should tell you that Butler works on a short story, but it's interesting. Hours and hours, but interesting.
Later.
Jack
Writing is hard. You know, I feel like those 3 words are a splinter....no, a fetus inside of me now. I ran with them in my head, I went to bed with them in my head, I woke up with them in my head.
Do, do, DO send any edits of my poem via email. I don't workshop my stuff on any of the boards anymore (I do on occasion post a poem but it's never with the real, serious intent of workshopping it) so any and all feedback, especially from you would be welcome and helpful.
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