Among the Poem Poems not yet in a chap book that I am withholding from my upcoming chapbook are the following three:
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. The Age of Vendler
.
. Sometimes,
. frustrated by a bouldering
. of some sky he was trying to daisle
. a fresh pulse through,
. Poem envied the traipses
. of never fully-specified ladymoods
. that monopoliszed the highest praise
. of the tenured
. and regretted the balls
. that kept him mythodically direct,
. technically venturesome.
. and socio-economically marginal–
. even as he knew
. in his heart of hearts
. how trivial the appreciation of the academy was
. compared to where he went,. however ineptly.
.
.
. On the Importance of Getting Published
.
. To ask if you should write poetry
. even if you cannot get published
. struck Poem at first like asking
. if you should get laid
. even if you cannot get it
. on tv.
.
. Then he saw that poetry
. as donation sans recipient
. is hardly comparable to two-party sex.
.
. But so what? Pumping jizz
. into one’s own kleenex
. is still better than no sex at all,
. or getting published
. even if you can’t write poetry.
.
.
. Poem’s Trudge
.
. Pouhm trud
. ged through yet another of his att
. empts to regrammar something into p
. oetry, in this case a phoneline 3 or 4
. sprows had haikued above h
. im & the splanch of worn twilight behind it,
. getting nothing but the standard pre-cerebral
. sprout of “meaningfulness’ all
. the fash
. ionable poets of the time
. were getting big money in grants for, the disgstd
. down yet lower when his ineffectuousness
. itself sprang an epipha
. ny.
.
I’m keeping them out of the collection because they are about Poem as a poet, which I consider confusing. If I get enough of them, I published them in a collection called, Poem as a Poet. I may have five or six of them. I t doesn’t looke like I’ll ever have the twelve or more I’d want for a collection.