All trace of lyricism surgically removed. ©Marie Marshall
If i had time, i’d love to analyse (though it would be somewhat pointless) the potential for a poem like this to have a reality, like how would i give reality to “a desolate present that’s taken away”, which i know explanation, isn’t the point, but it would be interesting to see what absurdity came of it. One day Marie, one day. You get honourable mention in my latest divagation from the norm.
A friend of mine called my poetry “uncompromising,” which is probably why I don’t get that many likes. I don’t object to explanation, if that’s what someone wants to do – the whole point of setting a poem free, of writing what Lyn Hejinian called ‘open texts (or so I’m told), is that you’re at liberty to come at it any way you like. Thank you for the honourable mention in good company.
i suppose ‘uncompromising’ is one way of seeing it, but i’d say the invitation to make a judgement on the meaning, to trigger an explanation or experience, seems more like a compromise for me, as it allows for meaning rather than giving meaning.
i don’t know if i’d be as susceptible to your “free” poems if it weren’t for my trust in your skill as a poet who can breach beyond free, what i mean is, if i thought you were doing this because this was the only way then i think i’d like it but realizing your limits, praise it less (my weakness & judgmental attitude, i need to work on) but i know you can write poetry in a range of registers. i hope this doesn’t make me sound like a scrat end.
I do hear what you’re saying about my ‘range of registers’, and thank you very much for this comment. It made me recall how I used to eat, sleep, breathe, live iambic pentameter…
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