I wrote the following in response to RL King (Lady Day) , not intended it to be poetry, but with the intention of subverting my penchant for wordiness:
Anyone can write.
Anyone can show reality.
Or even bend it to the surreal.
Or to the abstract.
Even bend it to the romantic with your will.
Not everyone can see like this.
Not everyone can see
The romantic in reality.
Not everyone understands.
That to be romantic.
You do not have to bend reality.
You only have to see what is there.
And not ignore the romantic in it.
Just not forget to remember–
Remember not to forget–
Or pretend not to see–
Or pretend you don’t know–
Or deliberately deny–
Or malevolently distort–
What is actually there.
This is what you do when you write.
You see how it is all there.
If you are not sure it is real.
Because you do not know it directly.
If you simply are sure.
Like there is an instinct telling you.
You believe it.
When you do this.
Others will see.
They will step forward.
Some will deny it.
But more will say:
“Yes. I see that too.
“I was afraid to tell anyone.
“How beautiful I thought it was.”
…ways quite mysterious. Today’s sonnet, and it’s companion are written in response or reflection to this post. These few offhand words by Lady Day struck me a certain way–sparked, one might say a memory. Regarding the nature of love, and work, and how, so very often, hard work is the very way, particularly among men, in which we most often express our love. Need it be that way? I do not believe myself to be a perfect judge of such things. I will here state that it may depend somewhat on temperament. I have found it in myself at times, to be necessary–or at least to seem so–to make myself harder and more practical–and this can, very naturally, push ones romantic nature to the back, while bringing to the fore ones desire to do such practical things as life may sometimes demand. Continue reading →
…other bedtime stories. This is in actuality not a formal “case-making” post. However I do feel I have a thought or two which I would like to air. Not so much regarding poetry, as regarding writing and sensuality in general.