Perennial Measure: With Her Editing Work and Fineries

Saturday, October 10, 2009

With Her Editing Work and Fineries

The lazy poetess, she said, with her editing work and fineries

is not one with us with our laundry and store-minding, said

the sister-in-law, and the former smiled with a sadness or

shivering awe: what canceling out by forgetfulness! What

crazy blues trumpeting its way into her busy hours’ hues they

measure not in terms of sweat but by no sweetness of words

communal in the flow of flaws. What’s she doing here? asks

now our young housewife. What else is there to suffer? is how

she’s at it now, knowing she must swallow ignorance as at a

preeminent palaver of mouths and its oft masterful hosiery of

truths enforcing new truisms that in turn manufacture hate that

she cannot now induce. She forgives the latter, being the freer

time farmer, to news dictators impossible to swing but simple

assiduousness to decided doers of the right thing, astoundingly

asphyxiating, sure, but can be patiently conscious, open like a

saint to the stonings and labels of that village train of thought.

And the sibilant injured by her existence can suffuse her on,

permeate her name with rusty chrome as Mrs. Negative-To-

Blame, but listen: if you need help with letters, ask her. If you

can’t ask her, don’t defame her. Please, envy-poetry poetess?

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About "Perennial Measure," the first blogged poetry volume on this site:

On the seventh day in the writing of this collection, or perhaps already subconsciously during the making of that first poem, it became clear that this series, Perennial Measure (the volume), shall be about the practice of poetry and art. Having laid that assumption down, trying to follow that course, however, I saw that I was able to move later to the creation of pieces on various other themes, as if I was trying to present to my reader those various themes and issues that confront a poet in his life and everyday world, qua poet. But, so as not to veer too far away from my central theme, the series would interrupt that straying again to make me go back to pieces strictly on poetry or art. And that push and pull from the central theme went on to the end of the volume project (which targeted 56 pieces or 56 printed book pages worth). So, approach this collection thus, then, should it please you, and consider reading the last poem, "Perennial Failure," against the first one, "Perennial Measure." Otherwise, you can just approach the section or volume or book how you would rather, as maybe you should. Here is Perennial Measure, the blogged poetry book within this eponymously titled Perennial Measure blogged literary creations site.