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Some music must be free

All music cannot be contained in simple structures, common forms, by formulaic skeletons that would restrict the way it’s made; it reaches out beyond those lines, a crayon in untutored hands that blurs the edges in between the guidelines of … Continue reading

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A song for a star

You say I’ve never sung you songs in all this time — ten years along — which proves, to some degree, how much I love you. You’ve found the time, you often say, to write about and sing and play so many other topics; is that not … Continue reading

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Cummings on Poetry

A tag line on a message from a discussion group included part of a quote from e.e. cummings that I have tacked on my wall to remind me of what I’m supposed to be doing as a poet. I first … Continue reading

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The spheres of thought that tangents bring

The spheres of thought that tangents bring in touch with mine are lessening, perhaps in spite of my attempts to cross each bridge, and burn each fence so that the world seems more to me a web of connectivity. It … Continue reading

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Who Says That Poetry Dare Not

Who says that poetry dare not describe, except in abstract, the signs of the times, when modern culture abounds with sound bytes from cinema, like Puzo’s line that all business is personal, and we hang with pride by electron pins … Continue reading

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Let Words Escape

Rescind your tortured sentences; let words escape like AWOL soldiers past the fence, like sullen rocks that would grow wings like birds and fly out into fresh experience. Rethink your injured poems; let each line cascade in a cacophony of … Continue reading

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Valentine

If we rely on calendars and ad men to prompt us into thinking of our love, and on one day a year make feeble gestures to compensate that love for our neglect (the endless days of noncommunication, illusions of control … Continue reading

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