... I was just sitting on my deck reading... and wow... people, poetry is a funny, funny thing... many times, a writer places their words in form and stanza and verse, and they are interpreted differently by every reader... it's one of the greatest appeals of the written word, after all... this "allowing" of the imagination to run rampant... but sometimes a writer names a poem, and in the naming gives it further meaning... just like this little ditty by Geary Hobson...
My words are tied in one
with the great mountains,
with the great rocks,
with the great trees.
in one with my body
and my heart...
And you, day,
and you, night!
All of you see me
one with the world.
... there... what did you see?... nothing?... anything?.. now, check out the name of the poem..
..."BUFFALO POEM #1 (or) ON HEARING THAT A SMALL HERD OF BUFFALO HAS "BROKEN LOOSE" AND IS "RUNNING WILD" AT THE ALBUQUERQUE AIRPORT - SEPTEMBER 26, 1975 - roam on, brothers....
... not exactly what you were expecting, eh?... man, I love that..
There's something...hypnotic...about a man fondling the beauty of poetry.
Bullshitted by Dana on June 13, 2005 04:20 PMHmmm.... I had envisioned a roaring mountain stream in springtime. A bit off, I might say.
Bullshitted by That 1 Guy on June 14, 2005 12:06 AMDylan Thomas is incredible for that sort of thing. This post rocked.
Bullshitted by Justin H on June 16, 2005 12:38 AM