[had to post this right now, I just wrote this poem as I was half-listening to e.e. cummings read "darling! because my blood can sing" so yes, I know it's completely ripped off of the voice and it has a few of the same words and phrases, but I was sloppy-writing it with a red felt tip marker, just spewing the words free form across some internet screenprints and I just HAD to set it down here.
NOTE to further investigate: since I'm not copyrighting this, if this poem is TOO closely resembled to the cummings, can I still get sued for plagiarism? Even if my only payment is my own sense of smug self-satisfaction?
ah well - sally forth, I say! (wherever she may be!)]
dizzying the sound
dance on the waffled stars
These skies are handtomouth
tohand-to
singular strangled style -
A lifeless database
with no pity to end&
no end to pity/
Whose strength shall cry
Hello
to the nothing-magical -
Sprinkled nowhere is the
meandyou,
Though nothing is hugely born -
Those who died are soon
to be raised -
inviolable.
[Further note - the recording the reading had stopped by the time I reached the word, "raised" and I have to admit that the only word I wanted to put there was "incorruptible" but I knew that Galway Kinnell has a poem called "The Dead Shall be Raised Incorruptible" and I thought at that moment, 'Crap! Now that's a dead giveaway now iddn't it?' - so I thought of a similar word.
Oy! I never said I was a poet. I only ever admitted to loving the wordspew!]
As always, any comments are certainly welcome!!
VG
