Poem of the Day
Suicide: A Primer
A shower of falling leaves
from the sideyard maples
A wave
A thousand arcs of sunlight
an eclipse through the trees
Her mouth
The falling notes of an ambulance
as it cries past your house
The perfectly pitched curve
of her hip as she sleeps
The universe of ants
The neighbor's boy as he reaches
for the spring falling rain
An orange
Snow drifting the beams
of a slower falling barn
Sunlight trout motionless
in the cool of a spring
A bruise
The laughter of a girl
just six lockers down
Silence after a symphony
hear the blood in your veins
You must first learn
to forget these things.
posted by Sean @ 5:00 PM
7 comments
7 Comments:
Today's poem (and several of the earlier ones) moved me. A lot generates day by day, not just good moves and bad moves but the record. Your quirkiness, bemusement, understatement. That's all good company. And, in the big picture, I like to think of everyday poems, not just the STARWARS sort of project. I think if you keep this up it will end up being a good thing, maybe even lead to an end to public nudity in West Virginia, and then one red state after another going blue. I'm going to continue to follow. Rodney
Thanks, and I hope you're wrong about the nudity thing. Mainly, it feels great to wake up thinking of poems.
Another comment from me. I have been thinking of these as what Ken Stout (any many drawing teachers) calls gesture drawings. It's generally a warm up for a bigger piece--you simply draw fast, try to keep the charcoal moving, and try to capture the energy of the moment. So spirit is more important than technique--I also think this has a corollary to punk rock, but that's another matter. Thanks for visiting anyone.
I like working on a poem or two that's technically or imaginatively impossible. Well, sometimes I finish it. Mainly, I teach myself how to do something hard with that poem. Some get published. Mainly, they sharpen me for other poems. I'm never satisfied with them. Never. But the everyday poem grows for awkwarder, more turgid stabs at ye olde Draino Eulogies, and some things, important things, can only happen briefly at a very high velocity. That's why condom sales increase every year at Nascar events. Rodney
Dang it, now I want to come up to Carbondale and fish, and I don't know if I have time, but I'll sure try. You're a funny man, and I miss you terribly.
Sean, I love this painting. One of your sister's? Jesus I love this painting.
Hey Brian, I stole that pic from the web, and I feel badly about it. I think he has some more stuff. If you search for the word suicide in google images, you'll find it. Good luck.
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