Herbie Mann Comin' Home

Monday, December 28, 2009

Spearesques 12

Tremino: Fair, she is. Wouldst not forgo such flower?

Baromo: Fair, yes, true. But such a bloom more natural turns

toward the brightest sun to gain most warmth.

Tremino: Not dim your light, though. Where you shine

Gives good, and where goes sustenance

You feed except through honey from the field?

Baromo: Not mine to quicken with a full day's fire.

Rather I fly sluggish near the sod, plodding at a homely work,

And it's common ancient insects enmass in their amber

Laden with found pollen, an old bee tires

And heavy with over-sweet finds rest in the comb.



  1. Lovely use of satire. Your poems must be read again and again to ingest their full import. Each line is a story waiting to be told, leaving the reader always wanting more.

  2. Cher! Would that I had readers patient and responsive as you've been!

    The Shakespeare 'rip-offs' that I've had the chutzpah to attempt have been poor echoes of The Great Man, as I'm sure any English Department member anywhere would be quick to point out.

    And, it needs be said, Department members quick to try scoring a point against my riffs. Such is the way of all politics?

    That you accept them for their satiric value scores more than a point for you in Poetry Daring Heaven.

    And an extra point for allowing whatever depth they manage come into focus.

    I'm not sure I deserve you, but I'm grateful for you!

  3. It is I who is greatful for you, the artist of depth, the rare treasure in packages often empty of substance.

    Politics and art. If one is of a strictly political mind, they will never see past the initial stroke of the pen or the brush in art. Worry not about them. Just continue to write so that we do indeed see "light at the end of the tether."

  4. It's not possible to say that my things lack self-interest or have any 'objective' point of view. Literal 'politics' are -- have to be? -- involved to some extent.

    But you are very, very right about the 'strictly political mind'. Even when it has vision, its gears are practical ones, problem-solving ones.

    To someone like that (i.e. the ideologically committed of any stripe), what I do is 'spin my wheels' or 'remain ineffectual' or -- for the more post-Modern of them -- I simply lie blind to my own ideology, floating somewhere between a superannuated and amorphous religiosity, Romanticism, and watered-down Liberal bonhomie.

    That you see the idea of 'substance' arising out of formal discoveries and play (!) is to your great credit.