Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

6.1.14

The advantages of being a writer



I


You write
a house
and it’s there

You make it high
and square,
you place it
in Detroit

No, you move it
to Brooklyn

Realizing that
you have no
business there,
you move it
to Italy,
where you
currently are

You place
yourself in it,
you zoom in
one of it its
rooms

That’s
where
you are,

the creator
at work

II


You add
a desk, a screen,
a keyboard,

a computer,
a lamp,
the whirr of a
computer fan,
a rainy day
outside

and the spike
of an event –
the slamming
of a door
downstairs

III


The final act
is to erase
it all again

That’s
where
you are,

the destroyer
at work

IV


You check
the spelling

– Johannes Beilharz (© 2013)

Originally published in The Best of Mad Swirl : 06.22.13

The photo shows part of the location the poem focuses on.

23.10.07

Poetically offended

“The fact of my future death offends me,”
wrote poet & blogger Reginald Shepherd

Much worse: it will eventually kill him.

(More of Shepherd's musings can be read at reginaldshepherd.blogspot.com.)

28.3.07

Or did you write that yourself?

Was that a real poem

or did you write that yourself?

That came out of my head by itself,
with words that formed themselves,
a beginning by itself,
and an end in itself,
so yes, I wrote it myself
and it is real in itself
and in any other selves
exposed to it whether or not they themselves
realize the significance or insignificance of this or themselves.

– P. Lato

22.3.07

Eye opener

I
can
barely
open my
eyes at this point in
time, but time will tell whether they
shall remain open,
but try I
will, so
can
I?


A forward and reverse fibonacci, also called a diamond.

Received from one who calls himself morningworker233x5 and wishes to remain anonymous. He (or she?) was also the one to inform me of the special poetic terminology.

Thank you & copyright morningworker233x5

12.2.07

Brownfeld's wisdom no. 4

Why should I produce series? Doesn’t anyone like variety?
– Arthur Brownfeld

OK, now he's back to Brownfeld, as per specific instruction. Have it your way, Blumstein, Brownstein, Goldblum, whoever you are.