autumninclevelandohio
Originally uploaded by Brian in Cleveland
No poem, but I need to get this going again - with a photo smashup of Cleveland/Autumn.
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No poem, but I need to get this going again - with a photo smashup of Cleveland/Autumn.
John
looks out upon
his everlasting reward to see
if a working class angel is something to be.
Sir John
looked out upon
his reward. It ain't good:
He turned down sainthood.
The bettermost cow, an expression• B'HOYS. The New York Commercial Advertiser:
we do not find in Shakspeare or Milton.
--Mrs. Kirkland.
All the b'hoys will vote, aye, more than all.
Let every Whig do his duty.
Another year with a Democratic Mayor--
and such a Mayor as the b'hoys would force upon the city!
Who can tell what the taxes will be?
"This denomination abstain from all animal food
and spirituous liquors, and live on vegetables and fruits.
They maintain the unity of God, the divinity of Jesus,
and the salvation of man, attainable only by a life of obedience
to the light manifested to his mind and a grateful acknowledgment
of his indebtedness to the great Giver of all.
The congregation numbers about seventy members."
These preachers dress like big-bugs,
and go ridin' about on hundred-dollar horses,
a-spungin' poor priest-ridden folks,
and a-eaten chicken-fixens so powerful fast
that chickens has got scarce in these diggins.
--Carlton's New Purchase
Demagogues and place-hunters make the people stare-----
by telling them how big they talked and what great things
they did to the big-wigs to home.
--Sam Slick.
Can we hear it as the poet heard it? Is there an authentic, true way of hearing a poem?I will now put all of my poems into Text and hit Speak Text. And probably cringe for a good long while.
These are pretty much philosophical questions. Can we know how the poet heard it? If it is by the poet's performance of the poem that we judge, does that mean everyone else has to imitate the poet's performance to get maximum value from the poem? What if the poet reads it differently at different times (I experiment with my own in performance, not wildly, but a little, depending on the audience)? Does the poet actually know what there is to be heard? Can the poet control hearing? Is the poet the best interpreter of the poem? Is there a best interpreter? Is there a meaning that we are edging towards, like a homing device?
I suspect the answer to all of these is: no. I suspect that if there were a single point, a single hearing, a single voice, a fully articulated intention, there would be no poem. Sometimes when I am not sure if a poem is working aurally, or syntatically, usually because I have got too tangled up with it, I paste it into Text and get the impersonal computer voice to read it for me. That voice has no capacity for sly persuasion. It cannot emote, amplify or give me dramatic pauses. It has no sensibility, no intimacy. The language is naked, out there, shivering in the cold. And somehow it can look a little clearer there.
This is not some precious piece of Poesy mystification, it is, I believe, the very nature of language: a compound of music, distance, breath, loss, the absurd, the attempt to build something out of such codes as we have.
Posted 01-19-2006 for a Found Poem challenge at PFFA.
I think this is an example of a found poem.
Or a poem-picture.
Or: Poem: Picture-Found.