Showing posts with label keening and poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label keening and poetry. Show all posts

Monday, March 19, 2012

Keening. Is there a mournful wail at the heart of poetry?

Or in the sensibility of the poet? In the necessities of the audience? And what of joy? The union of opposites makes the whole. Poet & audience; page & performance; paper & the digital.


Sauteing onions and garlic in olive oil is undeniably a form of keening. Other examples abound. Open the cupboard, a culinary dictionary.