BEING A STATEMENT ON POETICS FOR THE NEW
POETICS COLLOQUIUM OF THE KOOTENAY SCHOOL
OF WRITING, VANCOUVER, BRITISH COLUMBIA,
Ive never been one for intellectualizing.
talk, never enough action. Hiding behind
the halls of theories
writ to obligate, bedazzle, and torment,
it is rather
for us to tantalize with the promise, however
false, of speedy
access and explanatory compensation. A
poem should not
be but become. And those who so disgrace
pennants, however and whomever so deafened,
in the fires of riotous inspiration and
mark of infancy on their all too collectivist
in the defense of free enterprise is no
in the pursuit of justice is no virgin.
what distinguishes American and Canadian
we can ill afford to gloss over at this
crucial juncture in our binational course.
did not steal the pears. Indeed, the problem
is not the bathwater but the baby. I want
a poem as real as an Orange Julius. But
let us put aside rhetoric and speak as from
heart to another words that will soothe
and illuminate. It is no longer 1978, nor
that matter 1982. The new fades like the
on your brown wingtip shoes: should you
buff or put down a coat of polish first?
Maybe the shoes
themselves need to be replaced. The shoes
themselves: this is the
inscrutable object of our project. Surely
that occurs in time is a document of that
time. Rev. Brown brings this point home
relates the discomfort of some of his congregation
that formulations of a half- or quarter-,
full-decade ago are no longer current to
situation. The present is always insatiable
it never exists. On the other hand, the
is always outmoded and the future elides.
travels slowly for the inpatient humanoid.
Half the world thinks the night will never
while another half sweats under the yoke
brightness. Its time to take our hats
and settle in. The kettles on the
centuries are stacked, like books, upon
Bunt, then buzz.
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