on poetry

“so far as i am concerned, poetry and every other art was and is and forever will be strictly and distinctly a question of individuality…poetry is being, not doing. if you wish to follow, even at a distance, the poet’s calling (and here, as always, i speak from my own totally biased and entirely personal point of view) you’ve got to come out of the measurable doing universe into the immeasurable house of being…nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else. toms can be dicks and dicks can be harrys, but none of them can ever be you. there’s the artist’s responsibility; and the most awful responsibility on earth. if you can take it, take it—and be. if you can’t, cheer up and go about other people’s business; and do (or undo) till you drop.” ...

March 27, 2008 · kelly

No Surrender

Some of you know that I’ve taken up boxing this year. I recently commented privately about my workout routine. In that comment, I included a poem that distills part of my mental process while training. It deals with the issue of quitting. I’ve been pushing the workouts pretty dang hard and in new directions. It doesn’t happen often but sometime the routine pushes me right to the line of collapse or barfing. It’s at those times one must be especially mindful of creeping thoughts. It’s easy to rationalize a break or early finish to the workout. I’ve included the poem here with a concluding quotation from O-Sensei. ...

September 10, 2003 · kelly

Miles to Go

This morning at toastmasters, Tony delivered an excellent interpretive reading talk on Robert Frost’s Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. I remember the last stanza from the 1977 movie Telefon starring Charles Bronson. ...

August 12, 2003 · kelly

“I know you”

Broken fist on bended knee. Behind closed doors, where no one can see Who you really are. But, I know…

June 23, 2003 · tracy

“Just for today”

I could be lonely today. Just for today… I won’t. ...

June 23, 2003 · tracy

Memory of You…

Surprise… I was not looking; There you were. ...

June 23, 2003 · tracy

Panic Attack

An emotion on the Edge of a nerve, Opal fire washed clean Of sin and envy. ...

June 23, 2003 · tracy

No Longer Functioning

I am broken, a disheveled caricature Of a fully functioning human. ...

June 23, 2003 · tracy

I Am Done

I will leave it to you To copy the words Onto the pretty paper. ...

June 23, 2003 · tracy

What was that?

The shadows lengthened Throughout the day Until there was a stillness Within the dark. A glimmer pierced the night. What was that? ...

June 23, 2003 · tracy