Commotion, Distraction, A Modernist Poem
by Jason J. Loya
It begins....
a sqeek, a chirp, cccchurp chuurp churp, rp
anonsensicallineof - stop to dot
- complicated ramblings
Squeak Squeak Squeak eek
Is she speaking in churps and squeaks or do they need a new place to live b/c of the creatures associated with the churps and squeaks?
Although I appreciate it, poetry in general is something I can't quite get my brain around. You've now discovered my Achilles heel.
Help wanted.
3 comments:
There is no help for squeakers and churpers, is there? Maybe you could start an animal preserve in the basement or back room, though. At least you'd have company.
Hi. I was checking to see if google had finally added my blog to the search (which it has not) and came across your reference to my poem. I appreciate that. It is actually a poem written about the distractions that I was experiencing while trying (for whatever reason) to write a poem. I did my best to imitate with letters the actual sounds that were going on at the time. I thought it to be modernistic because it is actually a poem about writing a poem and the words seem to imitate sounds rather than try to mean something explicit. Incidentally, we were moving at the time and were actually in need of a place to live although I suppose I was also toying with the bigger picture of we as humans each trying to find our place in the world and the sometimes insignificance that can be felt (whatever). Anyway, I really like your blog. Ciao.
Jason,
I'm so glad you found my corner of the world and took the time to comment. I really appreciate your explanation.
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