Friday, March 13, 2009

It has been raining for the past few days in Austin. As I get to my day and tasks, I also read poetry. Rains and poems seem to go together in some ways. Poetry, like epiphany, does not come often. If it does, it is overlooked, seen as a set of words, a meaningless non-sum of meaningful parts, as if one were to have visual agnosia.

A poetry reading primer

(a) Take off your literal glasses
(b) Preferably make it rain
(c) Try and be lightly buzzed, the more natural the substance the better...life, for example, would be a good start
(d) It doesn't need to rhyme in order for you to like it!
(e) You don't need to understand all the words, absorb before you understand
(f) Make a picture of words, paint it in
(g) A healthy appreciation for metaphor, allegory and analogy might be useful
(h) Read it aloud
(i) Play music, preferably non-metal
(j) if still unsuccessful, try harder to achieve (c)
(k) If you like it, memorize it...(it's a strange pleasure to know by rote the things you like)
(k) At this point, if yet floundering, give it up, your life is complete I assure you

Food for thought, via the Wondering Minstrels (who are wonderful!)

London Airport

Last night in London Airport
I saw a wooden bin
labelled UNWANTED LITERATURE
IS TO BE PLACED HEREIN.
So I wrote a poem
and popped it in.

-- Christopher Logue