Conversation as Discontinuous Interruptions

We were wanting to be
Talking about the words
They were using poets
Making words do
What they knew they couldn’t do
As they left in the room
Empty -- the windows open
The path to the door
Closed like their minds
To anthropologists, politicians
Movie stars waiting for their chance
Among the ambiguities
Before we took off the track
Recorded a new scene
Came to ourselves

folks,

When I post a poem like this, I don't actually expect anyone to comment on it. It is certainly a long way from most of what we take to be poetic on this forum. It is for me an experiment in sensibility, meaning I myself an not sure of it as a poem, but that I think there may be some interesting lines in it or it may raise some out of the way questions about the state of mind it portrays.

I appreciate that so many people have at least taken a peek at it.

amo,

Peter

Thoughts and words are never far apart Peter. Hence, your thougts are always relevant.

Les

I have to remind even myself that that I concentration 12 years of my intellectual life learning how poetry can be critiqued, not merely criticized or evaluated, from dozens of perspectives. That study was ancillary to the processes of creating poems. Since leaving academia, my focus has been almost entirely on the creative processes, even when I was 'researching' and 'gathering data' by focusing on my past and the lives I live with my contemporaries. But it all remains experimental, like this poem which I suspect contains the kernels of four or five more fully enacted poetic experiences. btw, I went to see Amiri Baraka [LeRoi JOnes] yesterday talk about Barack Obama. It was his birthday and he was as sharp intellectually as he was in 1964 when he published 'The Dead Lecturer' - one of the most precise collections of words I have ever read...still readable 45 years later. It is that precision I have sought to emulate in my work in all my poetry.

cheers,

Peter