dear Jacob... I am always "Work in Progress"... so I can understand "unfinished Business". We meet Hero's in unexpected places Once upon a Poem is a good beginning...with No End. softly, Pat
it's exactly like that Jacob, do we ever just sit down and write from a script already formed in our heads or is it more like that party all scrambled, loud and exciting, and of course we join in we are after all fools, we are poets and our muse, whoever she may be (though I admit Lana turner could light anyone's fuse.. you lucky devil you... lol) is never finished with us even when she wanders off at times.... though for me it would be John Carpenter and Jamie Lee Curtis (Halloween), which of course explains a lot about the poems I write... lol...
and Jacob, why would you not join the party??? it's where all the fun is!!! I guess I had better say that I have enjoyed this poem and saw it play in studio 54 down Hollywood way.... yep, it was nominated for 3 Oscars too... see, you have enticed me to imagine!!! now hand me a whiskey neat and let's party... ;0)
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
you are too kind...thanks for the fun review, Curt.
Lana sure seemed to light Frank's fuse. O.. read moreyou are too kind...thanks for the fun review, Curt.
Lana sure seemed to light Frank's fuse. O"hara appeared quite infatuated and mentioned her many times in his poetry.
j.
I could relate to the poem very much, Jacob. The onslaught of thoughts and crazy ideas and words. No respite and one could go on and on. I could happily go along with those ditzy guests. It's the droughts in between that unsettle me more.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
and i get just as unsettled...do you ever start to think..."wow, i may have written my last poem; th.. read moreand i get just as unsettled...do you ever start to think..."wow, i may have written my last poem; there is nothing left"?
thank you for your insights.
j.
5 Years Ago
It happens rarely when a very satisfactory piece gets written and we wonder were to from here. read moreIt happens rarely when a very satisfactory piece gets written and we wonder were to from here.
Wow, what a cool write. First I love Frank Ohara and his Lunch Poem style. This conjures up the why the what if and the when of trying to live a lifestyle where you are fitting writing into your everyday existence, never knowing what will bite and what will fall flat. I am never in a spot to write its seems when the muse takes over, Lana Turner falling or not. I really like this,
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
thank you for your kind words and relating, Crowley,
j.
Haha when you want to relax but there’s just too much going on in mind accelerated by alcohol and fueled by poems popping out left, right and centre. Where does one start? Just go with the flow!
What moving, powerful words that take us into those dark places of the mind. Those voices, yes, they do speak so often over us, especially in these weary times. Your poem awoke such recollections from all I've been hiding from lately.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
thank you for your words and sharing how you relate to this piece, owl...
j.
Ah, another elegy for a lost American Poet. Was it some kind of dune buggy that hit him on Fire Island?
I must admit I kept looking for a reference to his famous poem, "The Day Lady Died."
Okay. Let me see . . . That third stanza (to me) seems to be channeling O'Hara. The "Idid this, I did that" of his "Lunch Poems." Maybe the whole Poem! I sense instead of seeking a muse the writer is seeking the ghosts of favorite poets to help straighten out things in the poet's mind. He believes they have the answers to all that crazy goings on in his head.
He feels O'Hara is best to relate to the current situation.
Line 4, 1st stanza . . . is this a personal reference or something I've forgotten about O'Hara?
I would think the "sandy beaches" are an allusion back to Frank's untimely death. All that this particular poet can write is puke, blood and disabled work and life ("oceans of created calamity"). Again the writer thinks the "party" is manic and stupid . . . but what else does life have to offer?
My only hope is that this writer does not give up . . . he is a fine poet!
Tom
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
thank you, Tom, and very interesting posing.
I write much in the manner of Frank...they spew .. read morethank you, Tom, and very interesting posing.
I write much in the manner of Frank...they spew out in bunches...out with one, move on to the next...and several at a time...like in a zone...not to the level of his...just the similar style of writing...the creative party in the brain...one that doesn't know when to leave as it gets later and later and the poet gets more and more tired till just junk comes out...
yes, a dune buggy hit him...such an untimely, tragic death...and his fascination with Lana...so many references to her in his work...
and i know there are certain movie stars that i have the same fascination for and have made references to those in my words...i feel some strange kinship with him...
and maybe we all channel past poets...i really think we do, or hope we do.
thanks again for your extensive review and insights that you always provide.
j.
5 Years Ago
and yes, he sure did love Billie Holiday...
you took me back to that poem, had to read it aga.. read moreand yes, he sure did love Billie Holiday...
you took me back to that poem, had to read it again.
j.
All of us wanted Lana Turner. She was a beauty. Nice flow of thoughts and if we are lucky. The pen outlast the need to be dangerous. Thank you Jacob for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote
Lol, that moment when you turn the corner to see the transition from tight to high. At that point you either must go home or pop-a-top.
I don't know how many times I've read something someone has penned and a blending of -
emotion experience and imagination scream out: quick grab your pen, let me tell you how this should go down.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
yeah, Cherrie, it's like that!
thank you for your insights, as always, I appreciate your visi.. read moreyeah, Cherrie, it's like that!
thank you for your insights, as always, I appreciate your visits..
j.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..