nothing you can say that can't be sung
for you i formed
-in the back of my mouth-
an entire phonetics of forgetting.
i nursed it there
-amongst saliva and gums-
creating hypotheses and systems
that sounded more like slumber than science.
it only occurred to me later
that i should have sung it for you
i owed you that much at least
a pathetic karaoke opera
that would echo
in your ears forever.
-in the back of my mouth-
an entire phonetics of forgetting.
i nursed it there
-amongst saliva and gums-
creating hypotheses and systems
that sounded more like slumber than science.
it only occurred to me later
that i should have sung it for you
i owed you that much at least
a pathetic karaoke opera
that would echo
in your ears forever.
posted by jes at 1:26 pm
3 Comments:
I like this poem. It has some nicely understated , clipped and precise phrases.
Other poems strike me as pretentious, emphatically 'hip'.
Hope its okay for me to comment like this, anonyminity is cowardly.
Yeah, I'd prefer if no one would comment on my blog anonymously.
Despite any ambiguity in my writing (however pretentiously it is rendered), I think I really put myself into this thing honestly. So if ppl comment, I'd like to expect the same...
But comments are fantastic, so if the only way you can fathom making them is anonymously, I guess that's the nature of the blog beast.
And I find this comment really interesting, because I've been thinking a lot lately about concepts in creative practice like 'authenticity' and 'sincerity' and 'genuine-ness'. These are really fraught, subjective and possibly hip words to throw around. However, I always find myself searching for a sense of these things in the art that I like and the art that I make. When you are working within such a framework of artifice, it's a funny paradox to always be craving some sense of it being...real.
Yes anonymity is cowardly.
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