Monthly Archives: March 2013

Tuning your Ear

Katiuska ‘Saints have a past’
Reading poetry is as fulfilling and stimulating as it is performing. Sometimes you get stuck in a phase where your work doesn’t quite reflect you – the poet. So turning to the great works of our peers can prove to be somewhat an antidote. This morning I was reading the works of Walt Whitman, Thomas Hardy Judith Kitchen and Dana Gioia. There’s a mastery in the voices tha I read that is so compellingly vivid you cannot help but to re-read and fall in love with the poems each and everytime. It is the way the sounds harmonize with the subjects; their sharp and distinct tones and the hypnosis of their rhythms. I couldn’t help but replay Katiuska’s poem – and fed my heart the soothing passion that leaps between time. Also read Judith Kitchen – Tell her (Explaining pictures of starvation to a child)

Tell her they are real. That
hunger has lived in them so long
they’ve come to resemble it.
That each night they lie down
on the line between living and gying.

Tell her there are many ways
to die, and each is lonely.

And there are many hungers –
that somewhere at this moment
a man is praying to a telephone pole.
When he is brought in,
he will claim to be his own
vision of God.

Or that now an old friend has gone silent
in the wake of a stroke
that spilled out his words
like the unmatched pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

Talk about what it is to want.
To want to live, knowing as you do,
that our lives our real work
is to move, moment by moment,
closer to their tiny wasted faces.