to see the world the way I see it now
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introduction to poetry
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.
But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.
-- Billy Collins
Every tear you cry
Every doubt you have
All of these things will pass away
All of your big mistakes
Your little old heart would break
Wishing that i could take them back
Write down the things you don't want
Burn them in a glass
Write down the things you dream of
Make a paper plane that flies to Heaven
-- Jann Arden
Monday, March 31, 2008
rain and roses
I have spent the day reading Agamben. Not a huge fan. Would I be if the rain weren't tap tap crack cracking on the metal gutter pipe outside the window, if it weren't raining on my balcony and down my windows and in my head? There's a bunch of happy yellow roses on my coffee table. Eighteen yellow roses watching the rain tap tap crack cracking outside my window. I'm going to restart this thing again. Five months is enough; graduate school is not going to wrench the blog-writing out of me. Perhaps the trick is short posts. Stop.
