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

[Anny Ballardini]

That is all right with me,
and there are a couple of poor souls out there who read the senseless things 
I write;
I should therefore think that I am eating down a good percentage of readers.

Wonderful quotation you are trailing along,
re.: violence, indigenous nudity, sex, rap, animation, interpretative 
dance_dance I think we sublimize it all, better than Christians and the lot,
/                /
rotten lot
sculpted on the loft of their spiritual virtual soft

taken for an aeroplane (the letter by The Box Tops)


From: "James Cervantes" <cervantes.james at gmail.com>
Sent: Monday, July 10, 2006 8:19 PM


> 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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