I don't know why I think that putting my thinking on the cloud will make me think more clearly, but there it is. My issue for this time, and probably for many more days is a series of poems connected with each other by the topic. Jail poem experiences. the Issues to wit how can this be a poem and not an essay or a memoir. What about the experience make me want to make poems and not prose.
lets see what poems am i tlaking about?
Robert Isadore
The deputy which I am calling today Deputy: the movie
Antwan Dooky's cousin's cell block blues
Sherif's boxing league
With the lord among the bayous.
What was wonderful and I felt grateful about all those years ago was the opportunity to be among people whose experiences were so different from mine and so fully felt. like being too poor like living dark in the bayous. Living on refuse. taking old things and trying to make them into things that support life. giving up old ways only to have them bounce back and destroy them. How do you explain that one guy, one inmate, one black man, tense and stuck, finding it hard to speak, bursts out that Warden Robin take out the big boys and make them gfight each other in the area between the black and white cellblacks. Warden says he make bouceaup money cause he know his boys.
also unable to address you without a kind of sly seductiveness. lots of language, lots of show off, lots of sqeaks and squeals, so even as you listen carefully you feel you are being taken in. What is the distance between black and white and why do I carry it?
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
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