Or it the collective body of words and the spaces they sculpt? To put it another way, if the poet hasn't experienced catharsis in writing the poem, can the listener do so? Can catharsis be a one-way street. Perhaps, a cul-de-sac? Dead-end being quite an unfortunate phrase.
Is cooking any more cathartic than eating? Depends.
To Feel
ReplyDeletelight-headed argyle socks do not skip to the edge
as warm weather enters on the fair-edged sword
mulch trucks can carry more than their assignment
even when paid up receptions overdraw the guests
ever since the laggards left too early
I've been trying to find something swell
frozen in the barometric
a nod to the normal driftwood
and on the blanched plate
one's favorite speck of dust