revisiting old poetry books
finding bits that didn’t
spark for me
before but
are some how sparking for me
now. These words are
ripening.
"…something like the supervisor of an entire team of political agents…"
revisiting old poetry books
finding bits that didn’t
spark for me
before but
are some how sparking for me
now. These words are
ripening.
And for I, a son who asked last week, “Father?” I said “Yes Son?” “Could I read the Ultimate Elsewhere, can I borrow it papa?. “Why son,” I answered back, “..why of course, it is one of THOSE books lad, ask you Uncle Cecil, but be prepared it is scary and a journey for…well… “. “For whom Papa?” , he asked with an eager grin, ” just enjoy it son, enjoy the humble dog eared book and, and KNOW…”
old poetry books smell. hence the “ripening” you sense. better to buy shiny new ones, which smell nice. and, by extension, you will smell nice, the world will smell nicer, and we will all be free and happy, and smell nice.
old poetry books are tearing this world apart.
Hi Cecil,
You’re killin’ me here! Name names!! (If you’re so inclined …)
It’s Diane di Prima, in fact. Though it seems like it’s just an ongoing phenomenon really, where ya read a book, and mebbe 15 poems pop for you. And then you put it aside, and come back 6 months later, and now there’s another 7 poems that didn’t spark the first go around. Some kind of fermentation is happening. Or maybe it’s just that different poems work on different days…..
-Cecil
or maybe it’s, hmm let me think, what could it be, oh yeah–
you.
ripening.
in a nice way.