Aug
15
What is it that draws a man to poetry?
What is it that compels him to extract
his soul
like squeezing sap from a vine
and watching it drip upon
a page?
Why would a man open up his chest
and pour out his essence
for all to see?
By committing his contradiction to
pulp print
it no longer holds him
It is so he can at last be free
I like the “meta” view here: a query into poetry via poetry. It would be nice, I think, if more poets tried something like this…a simple examination of what it is they are doing. An honest confession here about how the process of writing is as much therapy as art making. Cool.