Castles in the air - they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build, too.

आम्हां घरी धन शब्दांचीच रत्नें | शब्दांचीच शस्त्रें यत्न करुं ||
शब्द चि आमुच्या जीवांचे जीवन | शब्दें वांटूं धन जनलोकां ||
तुका म्हणे पाहा शब्द चि हा देव | शब्द चि गौरव पूजा करुं ||
- abhang of Tukaram Wolhoba Ambile of Dehu

There's No Freedom Like That of a Child's Imagination

கடலுக்கு உண்டு கற்பனைக்கு இல்லை கட்டுப்பாடு

Monday, August 31, 2009

Godawful Poetry Fortnight - 13

A good poet edits.

So much for the
spontaneous overflow
of powerful feelings
of Wordsworth,
that first raw draft,
which Hemingway said
was always shit;
So much for
the instantaneous
expression, immediately
in the aftermath of
an inspiration.

A good poet edits.

Not therefore the
first vomit,
but the

A good poet edits.

The thought is allowed
to remain,
rendered somewhat chaste
an audience of Bowdlerian taste;
but dressed not
in its first phrases
but one to which
the censor's
and knives
and tape
have been applied;
to which as
an afterthought
a balm of more flowery
word formation
has been applied;
a bandage of
some intended
(and much unintended)
subtext has been added.

The live poem
now suitable mummified
is now ready
for eternity.

A good poet edits.


OpenID tinarathore said...

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4:04 PM, September 10, 2009  
Blogger Ozymandias said...

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But sincerely, thanks a lot for that comment, it made my day!

6:43 PM, September 10, 2009  

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