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Thursday, July 2, 2020

a few more thoughts -- June 24 session

I am grateful for a group with whom to discuss poetry with its vital link to how we feel... our varied experiences, different sources of knowledge.

Sylvia: I want to tell you that it was hardly the gender issue of that poem,though certainly I appreciated it and how it was framed.  No, for me it was the dreadful cruelty,destruction,the bees 'bewildered', they and their home destroyed. Such a lack of connection. And yes a lesson, it happens in some form every day. It caught me off-guard as I feel such grief for Black folks . I remembered how I feel about cruelty towards other beings. Other species.
She brings up Naomi Shihab Nye, and her Grandson Khury, reading Making a Fist. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/54308/making-a-fist


David S : whose email signature from Blake: "What is now proved was once only imagined."-

Sorry I had to absent myself for the AC man coming to troubleshoot a problem here.  Esp. sorry to miss the Hughes poem, where the choice and sequence of similes is nothing short of brilliant, though his plain style tends to obscure that truth.  As Baldwin points out, Hughes lived what he writes about and has paid keen attention to the experience.  Being gay as well as black surely helped to sensitize his antennae.
I want to call your attention to todays poemforthe resistance—The Jungle, by Carrie Fountain.  It’s one that I read with increasing rather than the usual waning interest, and one that connects with many we’ve been talking about.


What makes us feel alive?  Why is "making a fist" a proof that we are?
What is feral when one is brought up by wolves?
Definitions..  provided by...
words... defined by...
adjectives of choice: distributive, restorative, reparative, retributive, ... applied to Justice.

How is it that poetry becomes a political and racial battleground instead of the field where humans rest
their cases of stories to be heard?  Have we lost the ability to simply observe the art with which, or not, one tells a story?

Bernie suggests this powerful, direct and touching poem which appeared on Ted Kooser’s site, “American Life in Poetry”.
What makes us falter when we tell a tale, makes it clear that much as we believe we are inured to any feeling about how we go about our daily lives doing what we say must be done, is the crack which proves impervious is not a fail-safe adjective to describe someone appearing to lack gentleness.



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