Archive for August, 2008|Monthly archive page

“shaken and stirred” by La Lunatique

One of my favourite things in bloggoland is reading pieces by people who don’t necessarily consider themselves writers. I defy any serious writerly writer of serious writings to read this poem by La Lunatique and say it is not fantastic. It is. The imagery is beautifully controlled and connected. Every line is a perfectly structured and balanced poem in itself and together they form a marvellous kind of performance narrative. I am babbling cos I really really like this poem.

“shaken and stirred” by La Lunatique.

“when death comes” by Qazse

I have been looking for a minimalist poem that isn’t a haiku. This one is absolutely perfect. Extraordinary delicate balance.

“when death comes” by Qazse

“junk male” by Shell

This is another in my series of attempts to define the antihaiku and in my slow ponderous way say something about the point of poetry. To change, to move a reader from one state of mind to another.

It is not necessarily about making something beautiful and uplifting. Sometimes it is about making someone hear something. Now I find a certain technical beauty in that. The machinery of manipulation by which the poet achieves this from a blank paper, a blank expectation in the reader, fascinates me.

Blah blah, Squires, just show us the poem so we can make up our own minds.

“junk male” by Shell.

“she likes music in the key of g-minor” by Chico Mahalo

This is a wonderful narrative poem by Chico Mahalo that doesn’t really fit a category but it such a beautifully crafted story that opens out into a truely gorgeous ending and if you know G minor it does sound like this.

‘she likes music in the key of g-minor’ by Chico Mahalo.