When somebody has wisdom in a topic that is of interest to you, if you are anything like me, you try to tap every last ounce of it, down to the marrow.
But then there is always certain variables attached, right?
Variables like disagreeing, perception, lack of clarity.......
If there is one thing I have learned from Finley, just one thing....
It would have to be that if I want to be a good poet, I have to keep boiling excess off my poems.
Bad poets use too many words -
Bad poets get in the way of their message -
Bad poets don't understand the value in simplicity -
Bad poets roll in their emotional paint -
Anytime, everytime I try to get artsy with a poem, it's like Finley will stare at it (or any poets work that infuses extra drama for that matter) and shake his head while reminding me to "Cut the fat off and use words that people use in everyday conversation."
I gotta tell ya a secret, but you can't tell Mike, because if he finds out....he'll hunt me down and "WHACK" me with a tree brach, but sometimes I like words twisted together that don't make "Nut's and Bolt's" sense, but somehow evoke a mood.
A couple days ago I read a poem by Carl Sandburg that I don't understand. I really can't even decipher the jist, but somehow it makes me feel good and I don't know why.
Is this one of those zodiac deals?
Anyways, I'll share the poem with you, and if Finley ends up reading this posting, i would be interested in his opinion of 2 things.
#1 - what on Earth was Sandburg talking about here?
#2 - how would Finley have approached this piece?
Remember, as much as I worship Sandburg, he wasn't 1/2 the rebel poet Finley is.
MY people are gray,
Pigeon gray, dawn gray, storm gray.
I call them beautiful,
And I wonder where they are going.