Saturday, March 19, 2011

Gnarled. Does too much editing cause a poem to become gnarled?

Or too little? Is this more of a poem's personality than a physical attribute?



Gnarled food? Olive trees. And a small plate of their fruit with Gnarly Head Zin.
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  1. SusanMarch 21, 2011 at 1:43 PM

    You Get

    a little taste of sullen
    when the bark is on the vine
    walking the chalky hill makes me
    dizzy with fondness for that time
    all fins finely tucked within
    their sentimental situation
    and we get paid for tasting
    and we get money for talking about it
    and knowing nothing we make up stuff
    using big words and blasted tarts
    don't talk to me about the time it all
    exploded around the darkened center
    of the sublime fortune teller's cart
    falling like a fool's last wishes
    into some pool as wide as that

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