Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

"I write all the time"
you said
and I found that
not necessary
not possible
but I said to you
"you're lucky"
maybe only because
I liked something in your face
when you were saying that.
The night was young
and we ordered another bottle.

when the night is young another bottles often in order

thanks
nice read

I'm in front of an alphabet more
often than not. Letters jumbled in advance
of my eyes that somehow my fingers know
how to find and organize into a vocabulary
seem ubiquitous.

Page after page of left-to-write
English and Spanish and German and Greek (and Hebrew
pages running the write-to-left)
seem ubiquitous.

The words are fruitful
and multiply; I generate
so much that I must always be
writing—but when I look at the small thoughts
I value, compressed by stress and
pressure into the fragile diamond state,
there are so few.

The dates on the pages leap weeks and months at a time.

All the carbon skeletons
of life at my fingertips:
I write all the time; most everything
sloughs off like graphite on a page
or a lacey brown leaf on a gentle early winter
movement.

thanks for reading!
beautiful text, joel!

or a lacey brown leaf on a gentle early winter
movement.

I am such a great poet I even quote myself. Just trying to get a whiter shade of gray.

On a silent winter morning
Black text appears from left to write
against the virgin snow.

Two few for you
Would be a truckload for me Joel
I got a hole in my head
where music should be
I have no meter
I do not write
More like listening and spontaneous keyboard jitterbugging

I don't know jacksh*t about poetry
But when I hear it---it opens me.
gracias for the poem joel

gracias for the poem Arcadia.

spontaneous gibberish edit later
If you believe that I will tell you another one

very interesting read, arcadia. me gusta!