Sunday, October 21, 2012
What I'm reading
A poet-friend of mine sent me a collection by Anna Adams. This poem seems so relevant to all we do in mail art/ visual poetry, trashpo, etc... I keep reading it and thought some of you might like it too:
Think of caseworms in their streams
gathering stray bric-a-brac –
sandgrain, leafscrap, broken stick,
to disguise their tender forms:
Binding tesserae of trash
close, to make a carapace –
intricate mosaic face –
covering near-naked flesh.
Think of poets in the street
finding unconsidered snatches –
phrases overheard – for patches
to be stitched into a coat
That close-fits transparent thought.
They obsessively construct
Babel-towers to support
Flickerings of inner flame,
shielding it from unkind winds,
circumstances, obtuse minds,
housing fire in name on name –
Images purloined from Dream –
using what they hear, touch, see,
to embody mystery.
Poems swim upstream through Time,
Keeping in the present tense,
hearing still the ever-young
poets of archaic tongue
making one harmonious sense.
Permutations of the rhymes
work like genes in DNA
keeping poetry OK,
constantly renewing themes
in contemporary dress:
Death and Love, and Love and Death,
Poets’ truth, till our least breath,
sings our dole of consciousness.
Anna Adams: Green Resistance NEW AND SELECTED POEMS