Some time ago, Scribe put up a thought provoking blog. Gotta say, I love thought provoking blogs! Many times I’ll read them and not answer, simply because I don’t have an answer to give, at least for a time.
Now, Scribe asked when we define ourselves as a poet.
Truthfully, I’ve only recently begun to consider myself a poet, though I’ve written poetry for decades. There seemed to be a need to restrict my role as a writer, as though by categorizing myself as a poet I’ve somehow turned my back on other forms of writing.
I now see this as a ridiculous way to think.
It’s like saying that because I’m a mother, I’m no longer a dreamer or a lover.
So, I’ve been pondering Scribe’s blog all this while (Hi Scribe :-) )
Then, I remembered a poem by Gregory Corso, beat poet, and I thought to myself ONLY POETS WILL REALLY GET THIS. I think the majority of readers will nod, might even say, “huh, weird.” Or “Pretty intense.” But I think it's only a poet who will grasp all the nuances of the following free verse.... the full flavour and wit of the wordplay.
Let me know what you think....
Poets Hitchhiking on the Highway
By Gregory Corso
Of course I tried to tell him
but he cranked his head
without an excuse.
I told him the sky chases
And he smiled and said:
"What's the use."
I was feeling like a demon
So I said: "But the ocean chases
This time he laughed
and said: "Suppose the
pushed into a mountain."
After that I knew the
war was on--
So we fought:
He said: "The apple-cart like a
snaps & splinters
old dutch shoes."
I said: "Lightning will strike the old oak
and free the fumes!"
He said: "Mad street with no name."
I said: "Bald killer! Bald killer! Bald killer!"
He said, getting real mad, "Firestoves! Gas! Couch!"
I said, only smiling,
"I know God would turn back his head
If I sat quietly and thought."
We ended by melting away,
hating the air!
Do you feel this one? Really deeply? Did you chuckle, feel slightly dazzled, envious and then say, Bang on! Then, methinks you’re a poet!