sometimes the words escape me
Thirteen Ways a Poet Reads a Poemby Joseph Hutchison[A]1) I know what it’s doing,but I could makea poem myselfthat did the same.2) I know what it’s doing,and knowing I couldnever do it, I also knowI’d never want to.3) Knowing what it’s doing,I know I could nevermake a poem do itbut would kill if I could.4) I don’t know whatit’s doing and suspectthe poet also doesn’t havethe faintest clue either.5) I don’t know what it’s doing,and my knocks at the doorhave gone unanswered,and there’s no welcome mat,no place at all to look for a key.6) Though I don’t knowwhat it’s doing, I can’t stopre-reading it, beguiledby this dreamy commotionbetween my ears.[B]7) I know what my poemis doing but know,too, that any trainedmonkey could do it.8) I know what my poemis doing and yes, I neverwanted it to do it but it’sdoing it anyway.9) What I know about whatmy poem is doing, and whatI don’t know about why,weigh the same, and I knowI must honor that balance.10) What my poem is doingI don’t know, and moreoverfear it may be onanistic,though maybe it’s only a wayto pass time before the living end.11) I don’t know what it’s doing,my poem, and have thrownmany pebbles in the nightat my own bedroom window,in vain.12) My poem is doing something,though I don’t know what,but I keep rewriting it as ifI knew why—lost in the darkbardo of that “as if”.[C]13) I knowthat I don’t knowwhat I’m doingwriting this.Et tu, Reader,reading it?If you do know,lend me your tongue!The suspense iskilling me.=======Yes, not really a poem ... nevertheless...
A kind of taxonomy of poetic approaches. And amusing too.
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