Poetics

shared joys – Educating Rita

a short appreciation of the wonderful film

brook – a new poem and intro

it must be a dream
to wake in a golden light
and run downstream in changes

A. H / K. H-H (25 & 26th June 2020)

– with intro . . .

medded

the wave thinks of becoming itself in the swell
but looks at the moon, big as a pill, forgets

a piano pupil sits at the keys, statuesque
instants pass to settle, just moments ago, fluent

everything seems settled,
smother of self into a pillow of chemicals

AKH (10th April 2020) & edit 11/4/20

types of poetry – haiku

types of poetry
categorical insanity
nets cannot catch breath

A. K. H. H (13th March 2020 – rewrite)

click for an introduction

humbled in soul break
pray, pray now
as i should anyway
first in thanks for life
any wordless poetry
granted there, anon.
moments’ blessings
living well
in harmony
an orchard to tend,
faithful,
apples come
when seasons bring them

A. H / K. H-H (6th March 2020)

read the whole post for some introduction

haiku

types of poetry?
is that idea insanity?
does a net catch breath?

Poetics (again) – Again

I was going back through my last year of posts and got to this:

poetics (again)

I still agree, and may have been taking for granted, but it seems obvious, but important to add – maybe this is where ‘all the best words in the best order’ come back in, in that that is the best possible path to the revelation, if we listen to what we hear very very carefully, which may sometimes mean sitting with it and distilling very carefully, which can be a bit scary when faced with the enormity you want to catch and maybe only comes with a bit of digestion, recollected in tranquility. Maybe that and the immediate revelation are two different poetrys. Maybe this is how to move a bit between the two — and maybe some personal circumstances render that more doable now, for now. Knowing to its best.

A. H / K. H-H (7th February 2020)

thinking about being an emerging poet in middle age

There was a famous observation I read somewhere (through a third person’s writing) that a poet is more like the captain in a painting of a ship than the actual captain of the ship. I’ve not found it in a quick google search, it may have been Emerson, I remember it as an American nineteenth century writer but can’t even remember where I read this now in recent years. But it may have been a painter or a philosopher as I think now that the comparison may have been to philosophers as sea captains, doing the bigger real task and the poet being in their small part in the painting.
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I’ve posted several poems recently – an intense few posts in the tradition of how I’ve been posting, very fresh and new and a bit raw. I’ve talked about that before and sharing process. There remains a sense for me that that may mean I’m posting half formed things, honest to process, but not always my best poems.

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thinking about poetics, again

after some feedback from a very valued reader, mentor, i’m thinking again how sometimes my poems may not be specific enough to show what they are about — clear to me and my generalist ways, it my help them hit home — and this last year, in a way, i have been letting myself just…

Poetics (again)

you know all that ‘poetry is all the right words, just the right words, in the right order’ stuff well, who would argue with that? but, i was thinking – partly as i’ve been reading Rumi, and partly from my own, very occasional experience — and hey, maybe this defines my limits thus far as…

Untitled VIII (’19)

is it dangerous to climb mountains
for the view?

sad to lose what can’t be held
as we descend

do true mountaineers just climb
for climbing

see what’s to be seen

keep going

A. H / K. H-H (18 March 2019)

a blind catch in the sun

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