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,
    D

  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™‚

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      David

  3. I like John Wainโ€™s definition of poetry โ€ฆ itโ€™s as good as any!

  4. 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˜‰

  5. 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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