. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .
"A working class citizen is apt to see this country for what it's worth... A miasma of interlocking variations on differing demographics and geographies unlike any other inhabited space in the world. The American Dream. The rolling footloose hills and the upstanding Apache badlands where criminals cut bread with priests and the children of Hollywood. I am no different. Yet I am still brazen enough to think that the world is a playground built by the rugged hands of a hard-working man in order that my fantasies be materialized." -- P.P. Vonnersdale

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

A Veritable Beginning of Sorts

An exert from an article I wrote in the 2007 November issue of Moonstruck Magazine and a fitting beginning to my new blog....

"...Most people no longer read poetry regularly anymore. The poet, they say, is a dying animal and his poetry a dying art. Each year, classics like Edgar Allen Poe, The Canterbury Tales and the stories from Walden Pond find less and less meaning on their high school readers. There is less exploration of our poet fathers and almost none of modern writers. Enthusiasm for the written verse is waning, they say - an abatement for poetry as art.

I, however, am skeptical of this decline. I believe there is more than the flow of a lucidly written verse to the definition of a poet. We have confined this description to an unnecessary and rather tight corner, and therefore I propose that we knock down these self-imposed boundaries and take another look...

I am a poet and this is what I believe: Poetry goes beyond well-constructed words. Poetry can be found in a painting, in a musician's instruments, even in movement. It can certainly be in the long form of a novel, in the sweet smells of a kitchen and even in the bedroom. There is poetry in a sunrise and in the perfect smattering of stars across the night sky. It is in the undefinable mystery of love, the black hole of sadness and can be found on the edge of revolution. The way I see it, life is poetry, one second after the next, verse by verse. The only difference is that some of us can describe it in words, and some of us can not. We can all, however, live as poets..."

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