2/25/20

[Tracy Mitchell]

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2/25/20

I reread what I have written 
to discover honor to be horror
and distillate to be density.

The words I intended to type 
are sharp and lack tact, but 
I type tasty.  Slack and luck.

It is a sterile, solitary garage
yet respite 
in the seeds of the garden.


 

[indar]

The frustration of translating those great, overwhelming feelings into words. The insertion of a garage into the mix puzzled me so that I googled "garage". If the reader REALLY is allowed to interpret poetry then I will choose my own use of the word "garage"--there are garage bands and garage music: a certain raw, unrefined burst of potential.

Works for me.

[Tracy Mitchell]

I should have italicized 'garage' and 'garden', I think.  Yes, the frustration -- especially when the process fails.

Cheers.

T

[indar]

YES the italics would change everything

[Tracy Mitchell]

Edit done. Are we drifting toward lucidity now?  

[indar]

Drifting Toward Lucidity---great title for a poem

[Tracy Mitchell]

Drifting Toward Lucidity---great title for a poem

Perhaps, but not one of mine

[indar]

More than one great thinker (including Jung) has pointed out that humans are the only animal that live most of their reality through symbol. And symbols can never fully encompass the existant thing they represent. There are some things I never speak (or write) about because to so do diminishes the event. So every poem I write is doomed to in some part fail.

[Colm Roe]

Like this...as long as garage is a verb?
Tell me it's a verb!

[Tracy Mitchell]

Sorry Colm, I don't  know what you are asking.