Sunday, November 25, 2007

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... these.

"I rarely set out intending to write a poem," Art says. "Poems happen." I know what he means, though I wouldn't exactly put it that way. For me, what happens is an experience that, for some reason, strikes me as needing to be worked out, completed as it were, in a poem. There is something about the experience that demands as precise an utterance as I can manage. There may be nothing especially "poetic" about the experience. This morning, for instance, at Mass, the thought occurred to me that Biblical literalism and scientific materialism complement each other rather nicely. For the former words are merely signs and statements strictly one dimensional. For the latter everything is nothing more than its ingredients. One could explore this in an essay, but it came to me as a poem in potentia. Now comes the time of waiting and listening.

1 comment:

  1. What a pleasant surprise! Just when I disappear down my own angst for a few days, something nice like this happens. Thanks!

    I like the way you put it as something needing to be worked out. precisely and accurately. There is a truth-telling function to poetry, almost a bardic or prophetic function. Maybe previous generations recognized it more than we do now, or gave it more credence, but I think it's there nonetheless.