How often I slip on the slick leaves The Unequal pulls me up again   Notes The haiku is a “fall” haiku — the season is the scene of such happenings. Which happenings? The energy is leaving the world — leaving the leaves, which are rotting underfoot. Yet that energy — or is it a […]

the small crowd erupts all eyes on the ball which seems not about to fall   Language structures experience. Words are sounds. The poet plays with words to fulfill his desire for a good poem. A good poem after many readings blends into one hyper – sound. The word ecstatic comes to mind. A sound-narrative […]

who can think being away not I sitting here under the blossoms The phrase “think being away” is quoted from William Desmond. It draws on the phrase “think being” — and I suspect Desmond is having some fun with the fashionable use of the word “think” used as a transitive verb. Especially when the object […]

Poetry Central We must undo the dualism of word/thing into a figure of analogy. Words are (like) things; things change. Meaning is rhythmic, tidal. Item:  Homer’s comparison between words and and leaves in Autumn. Add to that diachronic aspect the synchronic aspect of “the inherent beyond ness of words to themselves, their essential non-self-identity” (Stephen […]

In the rain puddle broken clouds I step in it Sometimes a poem is like a puddle with beautiful clouds appearing and disappearing in it and writing it ruins everything. Is that an acceptable use of the word ‘poem’? If not – and by ‘that’ I mean the context that has seemed to support that […]