Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Poems Should Not Sleep

Poems Should Not Sleep

  (a response to friend David Bibbey, who insists that poems are meant to be shared aloud)


Poems should not sleep in a book, nor slumber under a rock.  They are meant to be
set free, read aloud, sung, shouted, performed on a stage, danced about – as a waltz
or tango or even the Can Can – except, of course, for those that you can’t… can’t....

Not every poem is an exhibitionist; not all are meant to be circus performers,
dogs and ponies, amusements for the masses.  Some are more private and personal;
intended to be taken in small drams – like medicine, poison, or some fine wine:
inhaled, sipped, held on the tongue, swished about, perhaps, then… spit out.

Some poems should be kept in a jar on your nightstand, taken out each evening
to be touched and fondled, smoothed like velvet under your rough hands, then,
stripped naked and taken to bed, alone… or not alone.

Some are intended to be closely examined, under a microscope, maybe – or tacked
and pinned to a butterfly board, dissected, eviscerated, boiled down and distilled, or
taken apart, then re-assembled, like a jigsaw puzzle, while others are only ever meant
to be observed from a distance – via satellite or telescopic lens.

There are those you will want to avoid entirely.  Go ahead.  It’s okay to pass these on to a friend –
or perhaps an enemy.  Not every poem is meant for you.  But, some… there are bound to be some,
you must pluck, press and preserve forever between the pages of your scrapbook memory.

PSC / Jan 2012


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NOTE:


A very TALENTED FRIEND of mine RECORDED this poem and created a video accomaniment -- which she put out on youtube.  I've attached a link below for your enjoyment.



 (Thanks, Ro!  I enjoyed it!  PSC)

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10 comments:

  1. Just Wonderful! I read this out loud to myself. And I'm pondiering, do people EVER read poems without reading them out loud?
    David will enjoy this immensely!

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  2. Lovelovelovelovelove. Especially:

    "as a waltz
    or tango or even the Can Can – except, of course, for those that you can’t… can’t...."

    and

    "Not every poem is an exhibitionist; not all are meant to be circus performers,
    dogs and ponies, amusements for the masses. Some are more private and personal;
    intended to be taken in small drams – like medicine, poison, or some fine wine:
    inhaled, sipped, held on the tongue, swished about, perhaps, then… spit out."

    Wonderful!

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  3. THIS IS AMAZING!! Pamela I LOVE every word of this. So well done, I really like the constructing/deconstructing or zooming in and out feeling throughout this poem. So many really beautiful sections in here. This is one that, "But, some… there are bound to be some,you must pluck, press and preserve forever between the pages of your scrapbook memory." I will be holding dear in my memory pages. Thank you, Pamela!

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  4. Well, you guys have made my day! So glad you enjoyed! :-) That's me smiling! Thanks!

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  5. Loved it then, love it now! :)
    Especially:
    "or even the Can Can – except, of course, for those that you can’t… can’t...."

    Your voice is both clever and poignant, both pointed and ethereal. Wonderful, wonderful words.

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  6. This is one of my favorite favorites!!! So many gorgeous lines and poignant thoughts...IU love the opening especially and what a lovely rock in the film sea and barnacle covered!! ♥

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    1. Oh -- THANK you, Hannah! I DO love how this one came out, and am SO glad you caught the video too! (My friend Rolande put it together -- adding her voice and pics to my poem. I think she did an excellent job! She's also the photographer of the picture that inspired the poem "Thrice Captured".) :-)

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  7. This is fantastic:
    "Not every poem is an exhibitionist"
    "inhaled, sipped, held on the tongue, swished about, perhaps, then… spit out"
    "touched and fondled, smoothed like velvet under your rough hands, then, stripped naked and taken to bed"
    "dissected, eviscerated, boiled down"
    the message conveyed in the final paragraph is so spot on ... and beautiful

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    1. Oh! THANK you, Shawna! I SO appreciate your lovely comments!

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