I love this. Such fun and interesting phrases: "serenely biodegrade," "bee hotel" and "mumblecore." As always, I appreciate the links. And the particularity of your sense of humor!
I remember you making a comment about the visible and invisible in poetry. Among the many things I think you do well, is how you sharpen, through poetry, the attention of a psyche like a special camera. I really enjoy this about your poetry.
I'm so relieved that she recovered her collection of vintage cameras from the settee first! 30 or so of them, in one of my favorite photos. Which I have around here somewhere ...
Why do I want to see more of the house in the photo? Why do I want to watch “Drinking Buddies” again? Why am I as troubled by the great Pacific garbage patch as I am by the fast fashion waste piles* in Africa? These questions arise from your unique vision and this distinctive poem. Thank you!
I love this. Such fun and interesting phrases: "serenely biodegrade," "bee hotel" and "mumblecore." As always, I appreciate the links. And the particularity of your sense of humor!
Omg I adore this. Every one of my synapsis sing as I leash up Maddie and step out the door for our morning walk.
Again I learned something new. ‘Mumblecore’. Loved this poem.
I remember you making a comment about the visible and invisible in poetry. Among the many things I think you do well, is how you sharpen, through poetry, the attention of a psyche like a special camera. I really enjoy this about your poetry.
Thanks so much.
I'm mulling over these lines again and again:
"I’ve earned my peace and quiet after seventy years or so
of watching my carbon footprint."
When
do we deserve peace
and quiet?
How
do we
know?
Oh, yes!
But I am wondering (although not seriously) ... is that my daughter's blue settee?
Why, yes . . . yes, it is!
I'm so relieved that she recovered her collection of vintage cameras from the settee first! 30 or so of them, in one of my favorite photos. Which I have around here somewhere ...
How do I understand your poetry?
WIMP versus MACHO
How can we discuss this
Without context
We cannot
You think I'm referencing
Two different type behaviors
When I'm discussing
Two different theories
Of Dark Matter
Theories
A discussion
Without experimental measurement
You say no Datta
I hear data
Which we do not have
No you meant Datta
Referencing a Hindu god
So the we dissolves
Into the me
Where I know
What I mean
The words above are not specific
To anyone like you or me
They are general
For anyone without context
How can I discuss the future
Or even the moment
When all context is speculative
I cannot
So I choose to live
In the world of spontaneity
And interpret your poetry
By what it means
To me
Fair enough.
Why do I want to see more of the house in the photo? Why do I want to watch “Drinking Buddies” again? Why am I as troubled by the great Pacific garbage patch as I am by the fast fashion waste piles* in Africa? These questions arise from your unique vision and this distinctive poem. Thank you!
* https://www.theguardian.com/global-development/2023/jun/05/yvette-yaa-konadu-tetteh-how-ghana-became-fast-fashions-dumping-ground
Wow. Amazing and horrible. Thanks for this.