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Poets Don't Get Into Trouble Anymore

I'm kicking cans when I thought of this, half-in-tears                  Thinking of the Spanish poet's blood. The love/hate between him and fascist stooges....at least                    Possessed of enough awareness to know. Threatening power was in him. Who in knowing must have hated                       What they had to do more than him. Poetry is not distinguishable from other matters, not defined                Out like flour, textured to be not lumpy. Serious business, it is knocking things in the head that cannot              Stand upright when spoken to, about, seen inside.  Byron, Pushkin fought duels over so much less and another       Martyred himself to foreign ideals on lonely soil. Knock the fucking cobwebs out if you would be more...         Than a verbal dandy, turning lines to but entertain. Entertain who?...the minstrel's audience? (and I thought there was more than refrain to all this.)   Perhaps there is not, when poets no longer get into trouble. 

Copyright © July 2006 James C. Horak


This Poem was Critiqued By: arnie s WACHMAN On Date: 2006-08-13 16:32:47
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 8.47059
Perhaps there is not, when poets no longer get into trouble. I got into trouble critiquing you...............


This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2006-08-05 17:21:26
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
James, Wake up/fly right/grow/risk/become more. Poets/people can be so sensative and afraid to take risk. being safe is easy yet difficult in the long run.. when evaluating your days and living backbone less. I've been through the full gamut of ups/downs. Safe you never get into trouble/of course your bored! love; Poetry is not distinguishable from other matters, not defined Out like flour, textured to be not lumpy. Serious business, it is knocking things in the head that cannot Stand upright when spoken to, about, seen inside. etc... You have some really great poems this month. Wow you have alot to say! Stay Cool... Dellena
This Poem was Critiqued By: Turner Lee Williams On Date: 2006-07-24 13:29:42
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.76923
James--I too believe that poets for the most part were/"are"/should be the conscience of nations: The calling of attention to wrongdo/ers/ings. No matter how unpopular, controversial, or politically incorrect. Starting with the title through the caustic verbiage, this satirical write is bold and candid; "Knock the fucking cobwebs out if you would be more... Than a verbal dandy, turning lines to but entertain. Entertain who?...the minstrel's audience? (and I thought there was more than refrain to all this.)" Theme and tone ardently carried in this evoking work. Sorry If I've miss- ed your point.TLW
This Poem was Critiqued By: Ellen K Lewis On Date: 2006-07-19 10:44:29
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.92593
Go James! This is awesome. I know it doesn't rhyme and is somewhat choppy but (wow!) your words are spoken passionately and with purpose. I like it alot. I can not say much to improve upon. Your words make it clear that your style is your own and unique. I can't argue with that. Your last line is quite a punch. Ow! I'm glad you vented here, as I am biting my tongue to do the same. Smiles to you! Ellen
This Poem was Critiqued By: Duane J Jackson On Date: 2006-07-18 19:49:39
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hi, I identify with this piece on many levels and was tempted to offer a critique of this poem. Having said that, I also seek an opportunity to bury the hatchet cast by our recent differences. And while the differences still remian, I feel coming together on a poetic platform is in order in these days of divisiveness. It is the theme of the poem that makes fire burn in me. Poetry has become a give and take of candyfloss, the darkness that was its soul, has vanished, the controversy blotted out by a burning desire to please and satisfy. You draw a fine comparison between the poets of ere and the 'performers' we have today, a comparison between blood and ice-cream. I fee the anger in this was well represented and while I would not recommend the use of profanity - in this instance - it does serve well to bring out the frustration. I identified with this. Duane.
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