Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Inside Things Comments

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They don't tell you, you see
about the things
the inside things
the real things
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John Allen Richter
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Daniel Brick 20 March 2015

WOW John - This is not just a poem: you have created a new myth that explains, in the way myths do, the origins of a puzzling aspect of our lives. How I put this into words will limit the scope of what you wrote, and that doesn't just refer to the length and complexity of your poem but also the nature of mythic thinking. Mythic thinking is all about resonance, which means it keeps developing over time. Those ELSEWHENS you cite. And that means anything I write is provisional. Humankind cannot bear much reality, T. S. Eliot wrote somewhere. I thought of that line because that may be one reason why people surrender to the demons and then surrender the brightest things on their lives to be locked away. The child's discovery is also a rescue. It may not save the mortal life of the person whose inner being is in that found chest but in some mysterious way it rescues his/her humanity by putting those human things back in a human context, so they're not subject to the slow decay of neglect. And the child-discoverer just by daring to look, investigate, itemize what he finds takes power from the demons. They can only steal and hoard, but he can cherish and treasure, he can build on is discovery and they will have no power to intimidate him. He will belong to a free generation.

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John Richter 23 March 2015

Daniel, and Patty too - thank you so much for your kind words. Sylvia Plath said once that her intention when writing poetry was not to have others read it - though she expressed that one of the greatest feelings in life was the great happiness she felt when others did find her poetry beautiful. Her intention was just to let out what was trapped inside of herself. Her poem 'Daddy' reflects that so vigorously I think. Anyway, this is one of the few - rare poems of my own that was not written for others. Though inspired by a friend, and the likes of Plath and so many other great writers, 'Inside Things' was truly written only for me. Eventually I did share it with the friend who inspired it - but lost that friendship. And in the fray of that I came to post it on my personal blog and then here when I became a member. If poets are permitted to have their own personal favorite writes then this one would be in my top handful of mine. I think Sylvia was absolutely right. The poet is not his words or what he wishes to reveal - the poet is who he is inside. To reveal or not, to face the critic - those deceitful masters who might imply we are odd or somehow lesser than they for experiencing what we feel - is tormenting. Our decisions as poets, I think, shouldn't be based on what others think about it. So disregarding them - I think - creating the piece without concern for them - their thoughts or peering critical eyes - allows the poet to truly reveal his inside things. I think that was Sylvia's thinking and I must say that I agree with that. I've written another poem - probably several now that I think about it - that follow this same circle - the same path. 'Odd Little Man' is what I've called it and if it's not posted here then I should hope to get a round tuit very soon... Thank you so much for visiting. I really enjoy it...

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Patti Masterman 24 January 2015

This poem is smoking hot. I could see the attic, the trunk, the tears, the questioning.. Real poetry is saying what's never really been said, and you just did that. Very. D. Well.

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