I read this poem by Daniel Tobin in a recent issue of Poetry. Talk about economy of words. Wow. Speaks volumes, I think. The brilliance of poetry-as-truth, yet again.
The Cause
Unreel the human weave to
molten stone
And still you’ll find the
upraised arm of Cain.
The hand that rigged the
flesh in Abu Ghraib
Caressed another’s for the
feel of home.
Photo by Helmar Lerski, in the public domain.
I write therefore I am. My six-word memoir? Teetered on the precipice then jumped.
Interests: Reading, writing, not arithmetic. The art and craft of poetry. Photography. Vegetable and flower gardening especially heirloom bulbs and dahlias. Movies in real theatres. Theatre on real stages. Art in real galleries. Crossword puzzles and, of course, Wordle. Singer-songwriters like Aimee Mann and Patti Griffin. All kinds of music especially 1930s jazz. Venice, Italy! The Dude abides.
Interests: Reading, writing, not arithmetic. The art and craft of poetry. Photography. Vegetable and flower gardening especially heirloom bulbs and dahlias. Movies in real theatres. Theatre on real stages. Art in real galleries. Crossword puzzles and, of course, Wordle. Singer-songwriters like Aimee Mann and Patti Griffin. All kinds of music especially 1930s jazz. Venice, Italy! The Dude abides.
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