Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I lived in a word
and the word lived in a poem
the poem then as the source
of all things, the word as a voice
that moves through what we see
the poet arrives somewhere
in the middle of nowhere
and everywhere

so there is no beginning or ending
there is only a point where we come in
and go out, what happens between
is like trying to hang on to the wind
blowing through the trees,
or like trying to grasp what descriptions
of what is called unknown really means

the poet is not here to write the unknowable
if the poet recalled enough past lives
they might be able to make a poem that
gives some feeling to this wondrous
incarnation, give some continuity of wonder
alas, that would be like painting a candle flame
with a brush dipped in the color of the sun

the last days of the poet are like remembering
a song your mother sang to you
before you were born
it is like remembering a poem
that you once meant to write
but the words floated away
through a cloud of stars
before you could put them on paper

the last days of the poet are like that empty paper

great collection of ideas....about poets, about words, about time, about creation, woven nicely into a poetic manifesto.....

I was listening to this guy on the internet that is a professor that is an advocate of giving everybody an income of a certain amount of money to live on, that way people would be free to not have to struggle to find a job, he went int detail about all this and how it would make a much better world for everybody, one thing he said struck me. He said that if people wanted then they could become poets because they would be able to do that if they had a basic income. I thought that was really interesting because of the way technology is taking over our lives, I really wonder about the future of poetry. I wonder if poetry will even be made anymore in this brave new world we seem to be headed in. Think of robots writing poetry.

the poet arrives somewhere
in the middle of nowhere
and everywhere

where´s the future in that..?

I´ve been worri-ed for so various things lately that I specially enjoyed this, gracias for the poem!

I only write what comes into me in the now
I have no sense of the future
when I was a teenager I sensed the future
and it was based on what I was feeling around me
then. Which reminds me of a phrase from
Leonard Cohen, " I have seen the future and it is murder"
of course it was in the context of a song.

Anyway thank you for reading and writing. Nice to see you.