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On Poetry

By (April 1, 2015) No Comment

When deep within its nebulous corset
the poem dares disturb the peace
for God’s sake, do not make eye contact.
At best it’s an axe-grindy tattletale,
at worse a begloomed pilgrim wandering
the road less traveled. Poems are,
of course, notoriously short on epidermis.
Dylan Thomas used to describe a poem
as walking over glass on your eyeballs.
Unpigeonholability’s one of the forces
that makes poetry the raspberry in the face.
These vowel movements—combative,
dopamine-inducing, stabby—will help
a poet grow up, immediately make him want
to do something else.


* “On Poetry” is based on found text from Michael Lista’s and Gwyneth Lewis’ review/discussion of Carmine Starnino’s Lazy Bastardism, published in the April 2013 issue of Poetry.
Paulette Beete’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Gargoyle, Crab Orchard Review, Escape into Life, Rhino, and other journals. She has published two chapbooks: Blues for a Pretty Girl (Finishing Line Press) and Voice Lessons (Plan B Press). She blogs occasionally at thehomebeete.com.

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