A couple of days ago I wrote about ‘how to blog‘ and in the process demonstrated my ability to be a little bit arsey. Which, please understand, is a quality I often admire in others (and usually quite like about myself). Another is a lack of hypocrisy, and so in ‘owning my own fucktardness’ I would like to redact and rescind my last point. It seems that every second blog I have read over the last few days has included beautiful burning poetry; words that have made me weep over my laptop and laugh out loud.
So I am stuffing my stupid self stupid with a massive big wedge of humble pie.
‘Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them’ ~ Charles Simic
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You should post some links to prove it, because I still think poems on the internet are a bit like turds. People do them, they look at them, they may even feel proud of them but none of this is a good reason to show them to anybody else.
Looks like she hasn’t posted any of her own poetry in over 2 years, so maybe she agrees with you!
I second Mr. London Street.
Yet to read anything weep-worthy, but am definitely open to suggestions. After all, I’m pretty new to this whole caper, so perhaps am not casting my net widely enough.
xo
I can recommend Susannah at http://inkonmyfingers.typepad.com
(click on the poetry link in her tab cloud).
And Maya at http://www.papayamaya.blogspot.com/
Both have become friends over the years I have been reading.
I checked out “Ink On My Fingers” but isn’t she posting other people’s poems? I clocked ee cummings and Carole Ann Duffy. I thought you were referring to people posting their own poetry.
http://inkonmyfingers.typepad.com/ink_on_my_fingers/2006/09/without_any_apo_1.html
and then i read this…
i hope my poetry continues to move you in some way (and everyone else)
now, i’d better get back to it so my book will actually be finished before the world ends
xxx