Friday, October 30, 2009

LINES FOR OCTOBER 30

“How far
before

no more?”


Thursday, October 29, 2009

LINES FOR OCTOBER 29

“With enough
face paint, we'd

be clowns. As
it is, we're

only poets.”


Wednesday, October 28, 2009

LINES FOR OCTOBER 28

“If I could
sing, I would -

a rude tune
made of words

like bitter
drink, of dreams

like wind, of
love like unction.”


Tuesday, October 27, 2009

LINES FOR OCTOBER 27

“If you could
talk your way
to silence,

that would be
the poem.”


Monday, October 26, 2009

LINES FOR OCTOBER 26

“Sometimes
so full of
nothing

I am
as wind.”


Friday, October 23, 2009

LINES FOR OCTOBER 23

“The poem,
like an under-
done onion,

still has
some bite.”


Thursday, October 22, 2009

LINES FOR OCTOBER 22

Like an unwashed
dish,” he said,

“leave it there,
the poem, half-

finished. There's
no undoing

what's not been done.”


Wednesday, October 21, 2009

LINES FOR OCTOBER 21

“You cannot
abandon
what you've

been,” he said.
“Everything
behind you

rolls ahead.”


Tuesday, October 20, 2009

LINES FOR OCTOBER 20

“If you are writing,”
he said, “do not

complain that you
are not writing

what you want.”


Monday, October 19, 2009

LINES FOR OCTOBER 19

“When the poem
takes you,” he said,

“there is no
pushing back.”


Friday, October 16, 2009

LINES FOR OCTOBER 16

“We call this
wisdom,” he said,

“these words,
this water

down the mountain.”


Thursday, October 15, 2009

LINES FOR OCTOBER 15

“If you're in such
an all-fired hurry,”
he said, “don't walk

with the turtle, don't
work with a poet.”


Wednesday, October 14, 2009

LINES FOR OCTOBER 14

“If you want the poems
to come to you,”

he said, “why do you
argue with them?”


Tuesday, October 13, 2009

LINES FOR OCTOBER 13

“If you find
nothing there,”

he said, “that's
an omen too.”


Monday, October 12, 2009

LINES FOR OCTOBER 12

“Do they come
when you call them?”

they asked. “No,”
he said, “ you must

wait with open heart.”


Friday, October 09, 2009

LINES FOR OCTOBER 9

“When can you
trust a poem?”
they asked.

“Always,”
he said.


Thursday, October 08, 2009

LINES FOR OCTOBER 8

“How do you know
it's any good?”

they wondered.
“Listen,” he said.

“It will tell you.
Listen a lot. This

is the beginning
of wisdom.”


Wednesday, October 07, 2009

LINES FOR OCTOBER 7

“They are
whispered

secrets,
these poems,”

he said,
“quiet

as ice.”


Tuesday, October 06, 2009

LINES FOR OCTOBER 6

“No, no, not words,”
he said. “A poem

is a machine
made of what you've

been and seen.”


Monday, October 05, 2009

LINES FOR OCTOBER 5

“Lay open my heart
with a razor,” he said.

“There's your god-damn poem.”


Friday, October 02, 2009

LINES FOR OCTOBER 2

“Loneliness
and silence,

all the rich
emptiness.”


Thursday, October 01, 2009

LINES FOR OCTOBER 1

“You must wrestle
them all,” he said,

“to find which
belong to you.”


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