Friday, May 4, 2012
Turning the Spotlight Off
"Remove yourself from the poem....if you are going to be a poet."
I hate when he tells me this.
I am Irish, Pollack too, all we know is story telling.
But stories are not poems Finley will remind you...over and over again.
Get out of the poem, he repeats. You're ruining it.
Last night, I went over to Dara's Syrkin's house.
We looked over some of her work, but by looking at her work, she tried to express what she was trying to convey by showing me poems from books long forgotten.
One poem in particular caught our attention.
It was about a shy man and women dancing, but the poems author kept throwing themselves into this piece, breaking the cadence of intamacy.
This 3rd person vantage point killed the perfection that was already there.
When I saw this....I felt shame.
It was just like that moment when you are 17 and some girl you are trying to impress finds your 7th grade school pictures. You look like such a loser, the girl laughs...you laugh along with her, but deep down....you know for a fact that you thought you were "it" back then.
Often times when I toss time, and reflection into a Yahtzee Cup and dump the contents onto the table...
I am scared at how ignorant I was, and then my next reaction is....
"How ignorant am I now?"
Anyways....this whole course of events made me think of a selfless poem that Finley wrote. A poem that Finley has managed to stay out of.....
Seeing the old man
Into the glass cylinder,
The girl slowed down,
The two tiptoed around
One another, palms high.
He smiled at his partner,
And she, who had never before
Danced the minuet, stepping
Out with the old, stepping
In with the new, did
Sigh.....I get it Mike....I really do.