Best answer I can come up with.
Prob'ly amuse my muse--?
Always grateful, always in awe, 'Pea'
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"What does poetry do?" What good would it be to own a magic wand? What good is a sunset? Moonglow, a star, a raindrop, a waterfall? What makes our breath catch at the sight of the Milky Way frothing a navy blue sky? Why ooh and ah over something as common as an infant discovering its tiny, dimpled hands?
Let's play a little game. Let’s imagine a world without air. In a far corner, poetry sits on its hands and stares at the naked walls of a five-by-seven cell, as it waits to be executed. . . though already dead. Sentencing began with “different” and “failed to act sensibly.” Paragraph or so down, the judge has scrawled above a shaky carat, “no goal that I can tell.” No last-minute caller is going to plea to halt the poisoning. Anyway, it is too late. What good would it do?
The world in our game is running out of water, as well. Chemicals masquerade as food are administered by IV, where veins can be found. All those unruly plants, animals, rocks, shells, and what-all, are fast being replaced by imitations that do not disturb by going outside the lines. Nature told she can continue to mother those remaining, given she agrees to keep them tranquilized. No more running amuk, understand? All proposed changes are to be subjected to scrutiny before she moves one finger. If all goes according to plan, change will soon be illegal. This “Life” thing under control. Faux will be the new animate, humans and our messy creative claptrap phased out, once and for all. Good news, humanoids are now in the majority. What a relief to be rid of those pesky paintings and statues and friezes. Music, dance, and other silly extras only serve to clutter. Launching a new Ship of Fools for storytellers and poets. Poets the worst. . . Man, this game sucks. Look, we’ve got lots of paper that still has good sides. Why don’t I take the medium point, you the fine? ‘Say Go, both start writing.
Utility is not judged by mere metrics alone Pea, is it? Certainly value is indeed an individual assessment that does not require a clearly defined utility. In that domain is where the arts are to be found. Poetry prominently among the lot. So poetry, "Causes to-do". I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on April 19, 2011
Phyllis, Poetry sings without a voice, can interrupt
any and all things, it is beauty, ideas, colors of
the rainbow, emotions and such...poetry is all these.
Beautifully written!
Always,
Deborah
Love this...the way if flows, the way the second verse speaks for all poets - here and hereafter:) Here's to the future. I've got plenty of paper. Hugs,
Sheila
As I much here munching on my radioactive sushi I am compelled to agree with your assessment hoping against hope that the glow worms provide me with a little candle light of inspiration to accomplish today's to-do list. Patrick
For some reason I found this a bit pessimistic. On the other hand, humorous. Poetry may cause to do, but I know that eating a lot causes do do. But then, do do doesn't do anything except be, fairly good fertilizer.
AH...THE PLACES, THINGS AND OCCURRENCES ONE CAN BE INSPIRED TO 'DO'...IF ONE ALLOWS THE IMAGINATION RUN FREE...DOING JUST WHAT IT WANTS TO DO. THANK GOD FOR POETS. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
You see uniquely, Pea, and have the ability
to deliver in such a stimulating way;
in one sense all art is useless but then
would we want it to be practical and 'useful'?
This is intellectual and poetic shooting
from the hip with a silencer on.
Yes!
Had a bad night, huh? Well, knowing you as I do, through
the usual beauty of your words, methinks you can--and will--
write your way out of this world without air, etc. -gene.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
any and all things, it is beauty, ideas, colors of
the rainbow, emotions and such...poetry is all these.
Beautifully written!
Always,
Deborah
thank you for sharing
Love & Peace be with you
William
Sheila
What does poetry do? It waits, patiently, for just. The right soul to come along and put it to page -- beautiful, beautiful write. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
PLEASE let me know you're okay -- heard a lot of bad storms NC way. :(
fee
Love and Peace
Tony
WELL PUT! "WE DON'T NEED NO STINKIN' CULTURE!"
OR ... DO WE? TOM.
to deliver in such a stimulating way;
in one sense all art is useless but then
would we want it to be practical and 'useful'?
This is intellectual and poetic shooting
from the hip with a silencer on.
Yes!
John
the usual beauty of your words, methinks you can--and will--
write your way out of this world without air, etc. -gene.
Who needs those silly trappings of culture anyway?
This makes me think of a future as "Borgs"
Uh, sorry I'm still a Trekie.
~W~