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The Lost Sea

Keith Flynn will be reading his poetry at a local independent bookstore this weekend. In preparation for attending the reading, I thought I would read through his book The Lost Sea. There are a couple lines from his poems that captivate me.

The greasy clouds slide across
the slippery harbor, gathering
the day in sheaves of fire.

from "Landscape with Train after Merton"

and

Who was he to question the love of ruin
or the relentless efficiency, so amazed
at the courage of color that he would
never attempt to paint it, only duplicate
its forms, the throbbing knots and gristle
of anatomy books, the tempest poured from
the distances of mirrors or the sea
sighing back again its muscular nocturnal.

from "The Manneporte"

As a child, I remember listening to my grandfather reciting poems from memory. At an early age I was exposed to the beauty of literature, specifically poetry. I suspect most children are not exposed to poetry and therefore ignore or fear it when they grow into adulthood.

I am very much looking forward to listening to Keith Flynn read his poetry.

  1. Blogger woody | 10:03 PM, August 26, 2004 |  

    Rather than saying that because children are not exposed to poetry they learn to ignore it or fear it as adults, I would tend toward saying that poetry, unlike many types of literature requires the mind to be engaged. One cannot read poetry without thought. Thinking is work. Work is not what people like to do when they are relaxing. Or something like that.

  2. Blogger 1000 black lines | 6:44 PM, August 30, 2004 |  

    Correct. One can not read without engaging in thought--whether it is poetry or not. That goes for all imaginative literature.

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