tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874155205423552780.post105938579461177407..comments2014-12-31T13:17:49.358-08:00Comments on Poets Are Lame (and other stuff Mike Finley taught me): The Poetry Toy BoxAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02748441484232139833noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874155205423552780.post-25600009005938896802012-04-10T13:45:15.280-07:002012-04-10T13:45:15.280-07:00"It has to stagger out, with the last throb o..."It has to stagger out, with the last throb of it's batteries" LOL, that was cool. I really liked that. And yeah....happiness is kind of uphill huh? You never seem to get to a point where you get to coast through it.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02748441484232139833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874155205423552780.post-37361363718882121112012-04-10T11:51:12.222-07:002012-04-10T11:51:12.222-07:00The poem is exhilarating and it gets better as you...The poem is exhilarating and it gets better as you go on ... you dig a joyous hole for yourself with ecstatic language ... God, cathedrals, mountains, sculpture, flawless, architect, sublime ... it is hard to do those words justice ... maybe that's why so many poets prefer unhappiness ... the cool words are all there ... cobwebs ... murk ... frown ... it's not like you can just reach into the toy box and pull something out ... it has to stagger out, with the last throb of its batteries ... your poem is doing a lot of things ... an argumentive part of me wants to ask ... why look for God in beauty ... doesn't that pull you away from the beauty and toward the abstract idea behind it ... I'm sure the thing to do with beauty is to see IT, or deal with it any way you can ... not flip it over to dig for the gold ... people disagree about this ... anyway, ecstasy i a tough thing to pull off persuasively ... easier to do it in your own heart and mind than to make it palatable to others, who are trained to shield themselves from outbursts that fail to convey the feeling, the experience ... I would challenge you to find words to describe the one thing in this poem you know for a fact ... that it felt the way it did ... but it's a steep challenge ... happiness is always uphillMike Finley ~ Big Vanillahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09944010073428661081noreply@blogger.com