Saturday, June 30, 2012
THREE fromTHE OLD POET SAYS
"Shall we gather
at the river?
Shall we wish
upon a star?
Fifty cents won't
get you coffee.
That's the way
things are."
*
"Offer your nothings
to the universe.
The universe will
offer you nothing.
That's how it is
with poets."
*
"Poets make promises
they intend to keep,
and they would keep them
if they could,
but they're poets.
You've been warned."
Friday, June 29, 2012
Thursday, June 28, 2012
LINES FOR JUNE 28
Seagulls, geese,
contrail in the east.
What you see
depends upon
how you choose
to view it.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
Sunday, June 24, 2012
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“Ah,
simple poem,
iceberg.”
*
“Keep
doing that,”
he said,
“you'll have
a book.”
*
“Sometimes more
paper than ideas.
Sometimes not.”
Saturday, June 23, 2012
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“A short
poem
on a long
piece of paper
is still
a blessing.”
*
“Yeah, you say,
that's what we want,
and then it's not.”
*
“Sometimes what you think is
not what you thought at all.”
Friday, June 22, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Monday, June 18, 2012
Sunday, June 17, 2012
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“Take it apart and
you might find there's
nothing there you can
put back together.”
*
“Keep trying,
poet.
You could still
pull one
out of the mud.”
*
“Just when you get
the poem-tent
all rolled up,
you find you might
be pitching
another one.”
Saturday, June 16, 2012
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“I'm a poet.
Kiss me and
what you get
is whiskers.”
*
“Talk, talk, talk.
Take it off.
Let's see
what you've got.”
*
“You'd think if I
keep at this
they'd lock me up.
You have to wonder
why they don't.”
Friday, June 15, 2012
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Monday, June 11, 2012
LINES FOR JUNE 11
Why are you so sad?
Because the sky is
blue or not blue,
according to her whim.
And she thinks love is
what she thinks love is,
nevermind what I think.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“The odds
are pretty good
I'll die
writing a poem.
What are
your odds?”
*
“The poet's
mark, a hawk
riding the sky.”
*
“Sometimes all
the parsing
in the world
won't tell you
what it means.”
Saturday, June 09, 2012
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“How many
ways to say it?
How many
words?”
*
“They're there.
They're just
there. You
can choose
to take them,
or not.”
*
“Sometimes it's a general principle.
Sometimes it's this particular.”
Friday, June 08, 2012
Thursday, June 07, 2012
Wednesday, June 06, 2012
Tuesday, June 05, 2012
Monday, June 04, 2012
Sunday, June 03, 2012
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“Where you stand
is what
the world is.”
*
“You want
the poem
to do
the work?
As if.”
*
“How much
of nothing
is enough,
O Lord?
Give me
that much
and more.”
Saturday, June 02, 2012
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“Sometimes I must
remind myself -
Lift up, lift up.”
*
“A few is
enough.
Don't be
greedy.”
*
“You're in
a hurry?
You must
excuse
the plodding
poet.”
Friday, June 01, 2012
