is up to four centos now ... feels like he's finding the poem
inside the lines
Rid of the Problem - Not the Cat - Excessive Crying
guess that's what it is ... if it sounds like crying, it is crying
some time ago i sent jordan stempleman a copy of the fyp first
line index 03
... and he mentioned he might use it to compose
a cento ... so today when i looked into his Growing
i wasn't completely astonished but was still very happy
to find not one but two of these creatures staring back at me
cento: "poetry made
up of lines borrowed from established authors"
not quite sure what to make of that "established"
business... but i'm more than pleased to be a part of this game.
mom is very direct in telling me that she doesn't read what i
do at fyp ... and when i read one of jordan's poems to my sister
she was ... very polite. these people i love don't quite get this
poetry thing ... and i respect that ... i don't completely get
it myself, but it's something i enjoy doing ... and yet ...
i'm happy that something i did
helped jordan to do the thing he did. in a mild effort to explain
something to my sister, i googled a phrase that jordan used ...
"inessential harrumph" ... and found only two hits ...
on my poem and on the phrase used in the index ... suggesting
that i'm the only guy who ever used that expression on the whole
great big language-intensive internet ... "not even shakespeare"
i said ... "not even shakespeare has used that phrase"
... not that i'm asserting any qualitative equivalence between
what i do and... you know... Himself... "but i've been touched
by language over & over again all my life ... & isn't it just
a tiny bit cool that now i'm able to touch it back" ... and
in a little while there will be more than two google hits for
the "inessential harrumph" ... and that's a beautiful
thing ... don't you think?
on the road soon. down to petersburg with jay. we'll visit with
mom and meg. we'll visit the wonderful old musty prairie
and the brand spanking new lincoln
. maybe we'll see a movie. maybe we'll just sit and
stare out at the lake. make rude comment on the ducks. pester
so in photoshop elements i make
little changes. i suppose you could say i'm looking for the garden
inside my garden. most of the little changes lately have been
in the tweaking of color saturation values. i like the effect.
it reminds me of certain elegant book covers of the past decade
writing out this passage on a sheet of brown wrapping paper in
very big letters ... back in my twenties ... taping it to the
wall ... and thinking how this would be enough to live ... not
at all at odds with the christianity i was trying to profess ...
and still now it's very attractive ... isn't it ... and that's
no doubt what walt had in mind ... at any rate it's mostly what
i wanted to believe about life back when i was in the thick of
these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your
comes from beautiful blood and a beautiful brain. If the greatnesses
are in conjunction in a man or woman it is enough . . . . the
fact will prevail through the universe . . . . but the gaggery
and gilt of a million years will not prevail. Who troubles himself
about his ornaments or fluency is lost. This is what you shall
do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give
alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy,
devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not
concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people,
take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or
number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and
with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves
in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine
all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss
whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a
great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words
but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes
of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.