[lit-ideas] Re: Taste of the pseudo-serious Poetaster
- From: "Erin Holder" <erin.holder@xxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Sun, 27 Jun 2004 18:03:56 -0400
And on that note, I would _love_ to read George W. Bush's work.
Erin
Toronto
----- Original Message -----
From: "Stan Spiegel" <writeforu2@xxxxxxxxxxx>
To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Sent: Sunday, June 27, 2004 5:51 PM
Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: Taste of the pseudo-serious Poetaster
> Hey Mike! I just noticed that last line of yours: "I refuse to take my
stuff
> seriously enough to talk about it."
> Wow! You remind me of my daughter who thinks she's serious about writing
> fiction, but unless I'm simply a cheerleader, she gets offended. Critiques
> are anathema, just praise. Just give her praise.
>
> You show courage by exposing your work to us. But don't you expect us to
be
> as analytical about your work as we are about George W. Bush's or Michael
> Moore's?
>
> I hope this doesn't stop you from sending us your Sunday work, but do you
> expect us to change our stripes just because we admire your willingness to
> make yourself vulnerable in the public square? (I think that was the
> underlying expectation, now that I think about it.) I'm caught in a trap
> now. I don't know which way to turn. Should I just shut up?
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Mike Geary" <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
> To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
> Sent: Sunday, June 27, 2004 4:06 PM
> Subject: [lit-ideas] Taste of the Poetaster
>
>
> > What the hell do you mean I'm not subtle? Maybe my not 'being subtle'
is
> an
> > ultra-subtle way of being subtle. Think about that. Appreciate your
> > comments, but I refuse to take my stuff seriously enough to talk about
it.
> >
> > take care,
> > Mike
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > ----- Original Message -----
> > From: "Stan Spiegel" <writeforu2@xxxxxxxxxxx>
> > To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
> > Sent: Sunday, June 27, 2004 2:08 PM
> > Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: SUNDAY POEM
> >
> >
> > > Mike -
> > > Today's pieces sound like Tennesee haiku, if there is something like
> that.
> > > If I had my druthers, I'd like to see you develop the first one more
> > fully.
> > > The broad brush-strokes you use immediately engage me, my sense of
> rhythm
> > > and my ear, but it was too small an hors d'oeuvre to satisfy my
> appetite.
> > > (like haiku, I guess. I have a hard time with things that whet my
> appetite
> > > but I can only have a teeny bit of. I can't enjoy a tiny sip. I need
to
> > > drink the whole bottle. I could easily be an alcoholic.You're not
> helping
> > me
> > > get drunk.)
> > >
> > > The way you start, the picture you draw in "The Tao of Dad" --
> everything
> > > works, but I'm lost when it comes to the significance of your title.
I'm
> > no
> > > Eastern philosopher so when I looked it up, I found tao refers to the
> > > universal force that produces harmony in nature. I don't see harmony
in
> > > nature in your picture of your dad like a wind-shaped tree.
> > >
> > > Is it unfair of me to ask you to talk about your intentions? Usually
> > you're
> > > as subtle as a live firehose or a punch in the nose. Neither your
humor
> > nor
> > > your diatribes show subtlety. How come here?
> > > Stan Spiegel
> > >
> > > ----- Original Message -----
> > > From: "Mike Geary" <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
> > > To: "LIT-IDEAS" <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
> > > Sent: Sunday, June 27, 2004 1:56 PM
> > > Subject: [lit-ideas] SUNDAY POEM
> > >
> > >
> > > > THE TAO OF DAD
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > See him? There on that hill. Yes,
> > > > the one just standing there,
> > > > looking for all the world
> > > > like a wind-shaped tree,
> > > > a survivor,
> > > > while all around him,
> > > > dust devils, ghost marauders, raid the fields.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > THE TAO OF DOING
> > > >
> > > > Listen. Is that the sound of stone bending water
> > > > or of stone-bending water?
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > THE TAO OF DOG
> > > >
> > > > A trail of dry paw-prints in dew-darkened dust.
> > > > Even that, sun erased, left no trace.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > THE TAO OF DEATH
> > > >
> > > > Now he, too, has turned to dust,
> > > > returned to lusting Earth,
> > > > both he and the woman who gave me birth
> > > > returned
> > > > but I kept their mirth.
> > > > What use is it to stupid Earth?
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > --- Mike Geary
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Mike Geary
> > > > Memphis
> > > >
> > > >
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