Is there space for poetry anymore, Marcus. The poet has changed. The audience even more. That picture that could speak a thousand words, now with better editing and faster distribution, declaims ballads at a glance!
Not in my bookshop, there isn’t. Where Keats whispered to Hafeez and Tagore swapped songs with Browning, there are now piles of newfangled self-improvement guides.
I wonder if I should finish this poem I’m writing…
Oh, but write you must! If poetry cannot evolve, cannot find a way out of the dusty corners and echo chambers in which it finds itself, isn’t it better it ends – with a bang, than with a whimper?
rolling up the sky
the last eagle
drops the moon
In some lands
Dark night
And cold steel
Prevail—
But the dream
Will come back,
And the song
Break
Its jail.
— Langston Hughes
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Optimism works, most of the time! ππ
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I recently visited NASA, “Houston, the Eagle has landed”…fits with your haiku π
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yes, with a bang…sigh…images in the haiku are grand…
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Thanks Sumana…
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Wow! Yes! I’ve seen the mountain of self-improvement obscuring the self. I’ve been rolling that rock up the hill. This time when I let it go, I will listen for the crash.
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ππ Thanks Susan!!!
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not a pretty picture, dropping that moon, too much chaos in the aftermath
Have a nice Wednesday
much love…
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Thanks Gillena..
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As long as there are poets somewhere in the world, the moon will never drop!
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Hopefully!! Thanks Magic.
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There will always be poets.
They will always be few
They are important
because they are few
The fortunate will stumble across them
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Hope I am that fortunate..thanks so much Rall.
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Amazed at the power of such few words.
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Thank you Bev. Much appreciated.
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Oh! That haiku is GORGEOUS. I caught my breath.
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Thanks so much Sherry.
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I hope there is no day when poetry ceases. I can’t imagine dropping that moon.
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Thanks Myrna π
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I love this soooooo much!!!!β€οΈ You echo deepest sentiments hidden inside my fragile heart! xo
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Thanks Sanaa..think we all wonder where poetry is headed and with it, we as poets.
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That damn eagle was always a little clumsy, Hank! This was so….YOU!
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Hey Bekkie, this is not Hank’s blog! Though I agree about the eagle π
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Oh crap! I’ve done this before with other people’s names! Sorry Thotpurge…
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No worries… ππ
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Art in any form survives even relishes catastophes, poetry lives on etching the times whilst the world is blind and deaf.
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Certainly hope it finds a way to reach a few hearts! Thanks so much Robin.
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Gorgeous, gorgeous haiku.
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Thanks so much π
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Oh yes –better a bang than a whisper! Write on!
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Thanks Mary!
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oh wow!
Oh, but write you must! If poetry cannot evolve, cannot find a way out of the dusty corners and echo chambers in which it finds itself, isnβt it better it ends β with a bang, than with a whimper?
yes…we must keep writing!
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Think we must! Thanks Stacy.
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isnβt it better it ends β with a bang,
than with a whimper?
Make a point to be seen and to be heard. That’s the way for an impact!
Hank
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Hopefully! Thanks so much Hank!
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