[New-Poetry] 'Can poetry matter?' international style...

[Halvard Johnson]

The mere thought of a poetry fest (even in Mexico,
even right across the street) puts me to sleep.

Zzzzzzzzzz.

Hal

"A sudden silence in the middle of a conversation
  suddenly brings us back to essentials: it reveals
  how dearly we must pay for the invention of
  speech."
			--E. M. Cioran

Halvard Johnson
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On Jul 10, 2006, at 1:19 PM, James Cervantes wrote:

> On 7/10/06, Anny Ballardini <anny.ballardini at tin.it> wrote:
>> You think? (I know you don't) - Bob Gruman would come _only _if  
>> you give him
>> some paper to draw and you do not annoy him; Tad _only _if he  
>> could play and
>> sing what he wants; James _only _if you give him a fishing rod and  
>> let him
>> run; Hal _only _if he can be in Mexico; me _only _if you leave me  
>> alone; ...
>
> That'll work.  But we need some entertainment element for the masses
> waiting to be converted to poetry.  Violence a la Kill Bill,
> indigenous nudity, sex a la Kill Bill, rap, animation, interpretive
> dance a la Kill Bill.  Or, it could just be that people (not us) think
> poetry requires deep thinking and analysis (like in school) and that
> it isn't poetry if there's no end rhyme.  Or maybe poetry already has
> all the audience it's ever going to have, which is o.k. by me.  Or,
> hypothetically, divide 10,000 staunch readers of poetry (USA) by
> 3,000+ books of poetry, and you have 3.34 readers per book, or 6.68
> readers for one particular book and 0.0 for that other etc.
>
> -- Jim
>
> "It was another steely winter, branches and icicles making the same
> sound when they snapped.  The sky merely lightened and darkened.  A
> hundred and ten days of the same snapshot, the same smoke rising in
> the same way from the same chimney.  Olga's dreams supplied the only
> variety, each of them different every night.  Too bad she could not
> remember them and she woke from each with the same thought: the dams
> will hold in spring."  - Piers Wong
>
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