Tuesday, June 29, 2021

Sorrow

Occasionally, I'm struck by waves of grief
That roll across me like an open sea
Until they break like riptides on a reef
And leave me longing for what used to be.
Sometimes I curse my own inconstancy
That lets me for a moment cease my grieving, 
Which should, it seems, seize me eternally
Beyond the bounds of being or believing.
But then I recognize that such a heaving
Is unsustainable; I cannot weep
Forever. It is not my sorrow leaving
That helps me to recover, and to keep
A happy face more often, but this balm:
The sea will also sometimes see a calm.

Friday, June 25, 2021

Public

I love a city built without a car.
The way the streets meander to and fro,
The sidewalks made for people to walk far,
The distances made shorter by the flow
Of human need, which places near each spot
The real demands of our necessity:
A place to eat, a place to sit in thought,
A place to buy, to entertain, to be.
A city built along an older plan
Assuming you will need to walk or ride
Is more responsive than a carport can
Or even will be. When I am inside
A city built for us, I find my feet
Are dancing as I wander down each street.

exhaustion

My weary self is tired to the bone
And yet I soldier on because of you.
Not that you make me work; that is my own
Decisive choice. I do what I would do.
But rather having you around me makes
The world a place that I can still exist.
To be around you even tired takes
Less energy; your presence will assist
Whatever it may be I do or try,
Not by intention or directed action
(Though sometimes those as well), but simply by
The way your presence slows the deep extraction
Of me from me, and makes the tired day
An open one through which to make my way.

Wednesday, June 16, 2021

Anniversary (Week)

When the sun begins to crest
And reach its zenith in the sky;
When it turns back to home and rest
And turns its back to say goodbye;
When days, once long, shorten once more
And reach their maximum extent;
When spring at last has left the floor
To give the summer its full bent;
When daylight is a common thing
Untethered to our sleeps or wakes;
When birds no longer crow and sing
At proper times, as nature breaks,
On that long day, my thoughts are solely
On matrimony: union holy.

Tuesday, June 15, 2021

Senatus Populusque

Mitch McConnell really is the worst;
You'd think that would be obvious by now.
Yet somehow some among us seem to thirst
To give him opportunities to wow.
Why is it, Justice Breyer, why and how,
You think this man is apolitical?
There is no silk to spin out of this sow;
The power you have given him is critical,
And it is neither libel nor thersitical
To say, Senator Manchin, you're a fool,
On whom Mitch feasts in manner parasitical
As you defend the letter of a rule
Made accidentally by Aaron Burr?
Think I exaggerate? I wish I were.

Sunday, June 6, 2021

Breathless

The flowers are so beautiful I cannot breathe
The very sight of them leaves me gasping for air.
Their yellow-white profusion softly seems to wreathe
Around my heart and chest. Their beauty does not spare
A single breath. With every in and out of me
I am compelled to notice how they make me feel
And even in the moments where I cannot see
I cannot help but bow before their soft appeal.
With every second that I try to think and fail
I recognize how much I am beneath their thrall
Even when I catch a breath the air is stale
As if their sheer existence occupies it all.
And so I stand surrounded by such wondrous things
And wonder why the beauty of such nature stings.

A la Manchin

It is a simple fact of life
(At least in our society)
That those who seek and foment strife
At every opportunity
Will pass the blame for every sin
Projected onto all their foes
As if they stopped what they begin
Or had their fingers for their toes.
The greatest con that they can pull
Is getting us to go along;
To make us make our own soft wool
To cover our own eyes with wrong.
Be honest and say what you've seen:
Don't let them start up their machine.

Thursday, June 3, 2021

On the Value of Structure

One of the topics that almost always comes up when discussing sonnets especially in a modern context, is the question of what we gain from the strict structure of a traditional sonnet scheme. In fact, you will often see modern poets, or perhaps I should say postmodern poets, but certainly contemporary poets, write what they call sonnets that have no rhyme scheme, partial rhyme scheme, or a distinctly unsonnetlike rhyme scheme (such as heroic couplets). Similarly, you will see experiments with meter or the lack of it, and of course experiments with the number of lines: from 12 to 16 to almost any number. 
In discussing with my colleagues what a sonnet is and how a sonnet means,
I know I am almost always going to be the most traditional voice. For me, a sonnet is as I have explained in these pages of this blog, 14 lines with consistent meter, and a rhyme scheme that is not purely couplets but that extends through the entire poem in some way, usually with a break at the turn.
So obviously I value these structural elements, and of course this is not the first time I have tried to explain why on this blog. But it seemed to me to be a good time to re-specify what I think structure gives to a sonnet, and why I think it is irreplaceable.
Of course, structure gives a lot of things to sonnets, and not the same thing to every sonnet. But you are some thoughts on more general applications of structure in sonnets.
First, structure and the poem's use of it can give a tone or an emotional resonance to a sonnet. The poem I just wrote for this blog, well it has many other flaws (see my post on bad poetry for why I don't think that's a problem) is using the structure of end stopped iambic pentameter with clear octave and sestet divisions to reinforce the sense of calm and quiet that I am trying to induce with the language and the message of the poem as well. By consistently giving the reader those pauses and that regularity it can reinforce what the rest of the poem is doing. Conversely, up home I wrote not for this blog but for my own personal use when I was grappling with some emotional difficulties back over a decade ago deliberately refused to give that end stopping and therefore that consistency; The first word of most of the sentences in that poem was the last word of the line: you can see a similar approach at work albeit not in a sonnet in Gwendolyn Brooks' "We Real Cool", not that I'm comparing myself to her as a poet, where we is not the start of most of the lines but the end, giving the poem a different shape and a different sensibility. In the case of a sonnet with its expectations of regularity, this has a punctuated effect and a heightened one in terms of unsettling the mood of the poem.
This is not possible without that structure initially.
Or at least it is less effective.
Second, the structure and regularity of the sonnet allow for certain words in certain positions to draw power from pre-existing expectations. The most obvious example of this of course is the couplet in a Shakespearean or English sonnet, which takes on a heightened significance precisely because the reader is expecting that turn and that couplet after the 12 lines preceding it. But even within individual line, knowing the meter, knowing the rhyme scheme, Knowing the structure helps the reader navigate the poem.
It is perhaps unfashionable to help the reader navigate the poem nowadays, if that doesn't sound a little too cynical, but it is actually helpful as a reader to know where to look. Poetry is after all the conveyance of emotion and thought in carefully chosen words; anything that helps it do that conveying is in a sense a plus. The sonnet is not fundamentally an obscure or obscuring form; thus regularity and structure are helpful to it.
Third, for me at least as a writer of sonnets, the structure is similarly helpful in terms of making me or forcing me to think through and try to navigate how I want those words to express themselves on the page. With a form, with a pre-existing or predetermined or at least predictable structure, there is guidance not just for the reader but the writer in terms of where emotional beat should come and where key words should come. It is of course completely all right to violate those expectations, or undermine that structure, but the power of those acts also comes from the presence or the assumed presence of the structure. Randomly slapping words on the page (which of course is not what most poets that I know do) doesn't have the same effect as modifying what someone already expects (note that "not the same" does not inherently mean one is better or worse). And while there is definite value and has been forever (pretty much literally) in organic or new or invented forms, and in things like prose poetry or erasers or other forms that may not even have a traditionally defined form, but with in something like the sonnet which has form and structure, it can be used as a source of strength for the writer as well as the reader.
Finally at least for now, the sonnet as a structured poem is of course in conversation with sonnets as structured poems that have come before. And while that may mean that there is value in breaking those structures as part of that conversation, it also implies that there is value in having that conversation on the same level as the sonnets it is in conversation with. My poetry is not Shakespeare's, or Petrarch's, or any of the almost infinite list of amazing poets who have written sonnets in the past. I don't claim that it is. But one of the beauties of writing in a tradition is that you do not have to be at the apex of that tradition to be a part of its conversation. And structured sonnets allow for that conversation to be more visible.

Hear

Listen to the music of the air:
The way the wind will whisper in your ear.
The wind has neither arrogance nor fear;
It simply is, and lets you know it's there.
The wind help you work through every care;
And though you need to tack, it lets you steer
Around the obstacles to your career
And brings you by degrees to everywhere.
Permit its voice to comfort and to guide
The desperate rushing of your everyday
And it will calm you when you need it most.
The worst that happens, if you find you tried
And it did nothing, is that you could say
You took a moment to relax, and coast.

Wednesday, June 2, 2021

representative

June is a month identified with Pride,
Which rebellion against expectation;
Society assumes that what's inside
A person will accept its straight dictation.
Pride says not only that this is not so
But that it should not be, and that repression
Is illegitimate; that people know
Themselves, and that those selves deserve expression.
It started as a riot, throwing bricks,
Because it can and must resist quiescence;
Queerness is not a sin that needs a fix,
But a deep truth that touches on an essence.
So all month long, Pride should be celebrated
Nor can it by that single month be sated.