Sunday, September 5, 2010

When is there too much labor in a poem?

Are epics by nature laborious? Perhaps, ballads. By contrast, poems under 50 words are breezy – a sorbet. Or, too precious in their stringency.


By the way, is there a school of crock pot poetry?
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  1. sgang123September 5, 2010 at 9:57 AM

    simmering for a crowded room

    (do not put it past them)

    up the street two wayward souls

    cannot find a bowl

    look far into the solid air

    and tell me it ain't real

    I got a letter just the other day

    asking me where to put it

    crooks look seaward too

    you know for

    same omens as ours

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