Confound me, or: Come find me

A landay

I am not well versed in poetry
The line between writing versus verses confounds me

I have nothing to say, I am saying it, and that is poetry.

John Wain (1925 โ€“ 1994)

28 thoughts on “Confound me, or: Come find me”

  1. A few friends with guitars at the ready and a couple of bottles of Georgian wine, and we could discuss your ‘writing versus verses’ for many hours into the night. Thus passed my youth…
    Much love,

  2. Your landay is spot on! There is so much controversy over micro-poetry with some saying it isn’t poetry. I think poetry should be accessible. The micro-poetry is popular in this social media climate with tweets and snapchat and word limits….

    1. yeah, it’s sort unavoidable… but I think… well… I don’t know what I’ll do when 2022 rolls around. I guess we’ll live and see ๐Ÿ™‚


  3. Obscure poet, or Cured crow-er

    I feel inclined to decry poetsโ€™ | reliance on spelling their poetry with an “I”: cocks crowing.

    Which is to say, I would agree with John Wainโ€™s definition of poetry, if he personally perceived the first-person pronoun as his egoโ€™s cockadoodledo-er of poetry, and his ego as his plumage, poetic as the emperor’s new clothes and Don Quixote’s armor. But I have no idea whether Wain thought about ‘I,’ much less ‘me’ or ‘my,’ as do I. ๐Ÿ˜‰

      1. “Quite” allows for as many unique patterns of thought as there are unique fingerprints, I suppose. Thank you for the link, David, I too quite enjoyed Wain’s poems., ๐Ÿ˜‰

  4. I think John Wain got poetry mixed up with politics. Sure, some poetry is purely aesthetic and it doesn’t have a clear message… not that I personally have any problem with that . But some poetry takes a huge idea and condenses it into a raindrop – crystal and exquisite. I have to admit I do take exception to this quote.

      1. This is the sort of conversation that requires a long night, good friends around a table and hopefully a pot of Turkish coffee. May the teeth shine bright in their smiles and the glints twinkle in their lamp lit eyes.

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