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Yesterday I posted about a poem in which I consider whether poetry requires a human voice, humanity, or a voice, and conclude no. My next poem is about another radical consideration: does a poem really require a beginning or an end? (Like the law of headlines: also no.)
This untitled poem was written as a moebius strip. Every time I read I start at a different place. It does not formally end: sometimes I read more of it sometimes less.
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Today's poem is for a change not about recent politics. It was written maybe 2016? And it's about poetry, one of the favorite subjects of poets:
https://rpuchalsky.blogspot.com/2016/05/some-notes-towards-four-most.html
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Today's #poem is one of my best. Written 2010, it was just around when I was becoming an anarchist, and I think it benefits from that tension.
It's too long for me to do a close reading of any of it but I'll go into some of the reasons why it exists. Here it is:
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Poetry is a million different things to a million different writers. To me, a poem is a crystallized thought.
(One of many ideas about poetry. Others include "an annoyance", "a termite mound").
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Rich Puchalsky ⩜⃝