Those white plumblines etching their way down the surface of the image after their own gravity.That hem, ready for the weights to be stitched in.Edge; beginning.You're doing much more than putting foolishness on the map. Getting past that cheap, ready-to-wear reason - which we're all called to subscribe to - to true thought always calls for a bit of Socratic horseplay or the risks involved in making Art that matters, as can be found here.
Thank you Wooden Boy, it's great to wake up this morning (Monday, eeek) to such a generous comment. You got everything I wanted to convey and that is much much more than I had hoped for. It's one of those "poems" (I still can't call them poems) that just had to get out of my system. The compulsion...
Me, I'm afraid I shall always be falling all over any map for these foolish things...
I'm all fired up from "Last Bus." Marie, it shows good sense before just pronouncing something a poem. I am NOT an advocate for conventional prosody & form & all that stuff BUT "Edge" is trying to find the music in the language:against all gravitiesthe most illusive breezeThose are both perfect three-stress lines, and it rhymes! And then you pick up "knees" in the next line. And "map" and "mass" in the preceding lines are not bad either - lots of assonance throughout the entire poem."Edge" is 15 lines. The 14-line sonnet form is something that simply endures, and you came close to that form.Just keep doing what you're doing and don't think too much about it.
Thank you Tom and DVS for dropping in. DVS, what I mean is if there was a word different from poem I would much rather use that word. Poems are made by poets and are carefully crafted and worked on following certain rules, I think. This is only called a poem because there is no other words for it (yet). Right now I want to call it brain diarrhea.
Marie, aww, poem's not such a bad word. It just means something someone has made.Poem (n.) 1540s (replacing poesy in this sense), from Middle French poème (14c.), from Latin poema "composition in verse, poetry," from Greek poema "fiction, poetical work," literally "thing made or created," early variant of poiema, from poein, poiein, "to make or compose".
Alrightie then, thank you Tom, poem it is and poems there will be. They have been around for so long, there must be something about them.
Marie, have you forgotten one of the main ideas of mail-art: "Everybody is an artist"? Well, ok, we know the pitfalls & absurdities of that BUT there is the idea that encourages people to go ahead and do it if they want to try it and not be intimidated by "professionals" or institutional approval. Now in your case especially, wow, it is going very well, so I don't know why you demure.Do you think I ever had the slightest aptitude toward the visual arts? But here I am making stuff.
I got it! Rename it "Sardines"!
DVS, you know very well that everybody is not an artist. And the same goes for poets. Everyone can be a mail-artist, sure. And maybe everyone can be a mail-poet. Those "sardines" are never ever trying to seek approval of any kind. What kind of sardines would those be. Very sad sardines. They only exist because they have to exist, they are compulsive little things and they enjoy being compulsive little things, and that's all they are and that makes them happy. And if by some magic from time to time those sardines can make a lunch for someone else, then it is much more than they ever hoped for.