What, makes, a poet be?

from a-d l-n
to givengett....
date Thu, Mar 6, 2008 at 3:54 AM
subject Nu are you really a poet

wishers , well as we bury our thoughts in the dell and spell out our drams that begin with E...
Can , can that ugly word can will spell our phantoms as lost hours spent dreaming of our place buried upon this firmament tracing fingers using lies to uncover the passions
within our Eyes, so e is my favorite letter tonight ,
do not take fright ,if I say please will it be allright?

AND KA REPLIES

hmmm, she thinks out loud
as if spoken, the words in her head
{like prophets do} too,
or also, wondering
with a certain light reflection
on this question
posed in verse by one
a-d l-n
wit or win?
what do you think of
full identification?

What does one do
to a poet be?
publish or perish
or just write it down?
quote the right sources
and be quoted in return?
join forums, attend meetings
win prizes postings sessions
for sonnets, free verse,
(in) rhyme?

re-connect to an ancient liturgy
join the choir, congregation?
recognize the power of song
spelled out in full?
name names, the antithesis of the McCarthy artist heroes
or to present a series of degrees, displayed,
from the feet up,
standing on one's head
that is,
Jacob's Ladder
inverted
?

sign{s} of life
or of on-going
existence?
a multitude of eeee's,
none, other, none other
than various repetitions
called verse, or rhythm
rhyme
comes from them?

yet thank you for asking,
for the blip a re-making of
my daily microde
song of songs
.
.
Now, one from me:
Please do tell us,
who but an Englishman would employ words 'dell' or 'dram' ?
maybe word-lover, Thesarus--UK version--
hugger?

or thought-tinker, w the H
returned of Hashem,
giving respectful nod to B'tzelem,
Elokim
& the recent,
in Parsha count, that is,
completion of Shmot,
of the Mishcan
Bezalel, part of each of us, joined, elevated,
inviting the Shecheinah to earth,
to return to us,
on to Vayikra
Calling....

or 'take fright'
not !
nortI, no hours dreaming of burial
upon this firmament
rather ponder and explore : who but the creator author
could know, nee these thousands of years ago,
that from earth we were made,
although any common observer knows that to earth do we return
via the smaller crawling worms, insects, and bacteria
which make up 99.99 percent of life
on this planet

and when we go, it is either
with body intact or
in various and sundry pieces
those, only to be made whole again
by the coming of the Mashiach
broken vessel, mended

& I, for one, am awed by the
passions expressed
in the breath
the power of soul
the poet in me outed?

not to compare with the (illusion of the ) eyes
which may say more when closed,
then, give full tribute to their frame,
lids
while breath is vehicle for soul
animate, itself
sign of life
and here, I admit, that I quote
myself

so , to re-call Vayikra
new week and Book
and month, Adar
what from this e-conversation,
might be concluded ?

that beauty is in the eyes, and ears,
of beholder
of
beekeeper, tending that planet wide pollinator
beloved, of G()d
and of those two-legged soul-minders
what we call
human beings
divinity envesseled, kept for awhile inside
an animal body
(some more than others)

anon
time flies
& I am already in debt to this life's
chesbone
Got to pay the piper,
and the rent
or rent, garment or other
tear ables,

thus, to make a long story
endless:
did this
in any which way
answer your original question?
or, say, ahah! to
feel free form of banter
of rephrased
expression
giving respect to rhythm
of sound of sound
gaining meaning
in hearing the
reading or
telling
of
it

or what
and
how
?

hmmm, she thinks out loud

new explorations: Rupture or Rapture, or rapture of rupture

new explorations, new explorations

On the same day, as whenever it was,
I 'happened' to fall upon and read Rabbi Dr Haym Soloveitchik's
RUPTURE AND RECONSTRUCTION:
THE TRANSFORMATION OF CONTEMPORARY ORTHODOXY
[Tradition, Vol. 28, No. 4 (Summer 1994),
but, unconsciously, saw the title as
RAPTURE AND RECONSTRUCTION,

thinking throughout

this breathtaking flow of words
that has the rapturous\

hypnotic beauty and impact
of swelling~cresting & ~crashing surf
along the expansive
eastern seaboard of America,

What legacy these vast stretches of fine sand,
[[nothing compared to Australia]]

Not only for the eyes, but the toes
clean white,
nearly crystalline
grounded mineral, from pounding , moon-driven
sea in repetition , over millennia ,
to near perfection
to experience,

and we, present, sunbaked exposed or covered
reverent
reverie, by rhythmic
presence
leaving, humbled,
more footprints in the sand?
briefly,
until the next wave?
crashing or lapping upon the shore

Or, is the signature,
this beach, itself,
grateful, waiting for thesehuman footfalls
sand carried away, and not just between fingers and toes,
but truckloads for mixing into cement
for the next
greatest
ediface
f/or
upon which to present a new paradigm,
up
from
the feet
that walk in step
with Eternity.

With this admission in mind,
From here, I proceed.
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