Please excuse Ernest Hemingway.
April 5, 2009 at 8:59 am | Posted in australian poetry, contemporary poetry, poetry, writing | 8 CommentsTags: poetry, Thelonius Monk, Thelonius Monk plays "Sumedhian Garden", writing
It really wasn’t his fault. He spent far more time watching bulls behave sat next to the crazy Spanish sketcher hastily arranging. And not enough on practising his cleverness of tongue.
Caution, live thought, carelessly tossed aside in some Alessandrian swirl,
whilst some hare tutted over words we were not qualified to use
and Bauer, the clever bastard, how I miss him.
energy passes through the complete unreliability
of memory ancient desire arises and it is difficult to
concentrate when crickets line up to the rhythm
of some monk’s left hand in this forest
in which we land, my dear.
sunonhead learning, hmm,
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wow, he is always excused! it is difficult to concentrate in a forest anyway, so much beauty, and concentration is not meditation! 🙂 lovely verse
Comment by Sumedh Prasad— April 5, 2009 #
nyah, whose fault was it then? yaya blame the bulls***ah but he is not needing any excuse since he was protolific and glowed in the dark….love the rhtysm and the left hand of the monk and the hmm at the end-great writing, made me think anew way, thanks
Comment by tipota— April 5, 2009 #
Hmm, not sure i can excuse Hemingway, but i enjoyed reading this, especially the crickets and the monks
Comment by Crafty Green Poet— April 5, 2009 #
perhaps that’s what you get when you combine writing with prolonged standing…
in any event, fresh as a fair wind…
Comment by Chico Mahalo— April 5, 2009 #
Oh the left hand, hmmmmm. I don’t miss Alessander or Bauer. This is fresh in it’s reminiscence and they would only blither with blusterings. More Sunonhead, yay!
Comment by Narnie— April 6, 2009 #
Paul, this is ‘so you’ and yet so different. I really like it, and admire your ability to meander so versatile-like with your voice and form. It’s just the way you slip in deep moments like “Caution, live thought” and “complete unreliability of memory” that I truly dig.
And the new header picture- I’m all ‘oohs and ahhs.’
Cheers
Comment by harmonie22— April 6, 2009 #
The “my dear” punctuating the landing in the forest is so perfectly placed that it gave me shivers.
Comment by Thomma Lyn— April 7, 2009 #
Sorry I haven’t commented for a while. I am hopelessly behind in my reading and I do believe your writing is of such a high standard that it deserves a well-considered response.
Sheer brilliance. How do you do it each and every time?
Comment by Selma— April 7, 2009 #