Sunday, December 16, 2007

Poetry and Great Faces




Great faces, Lincoln, Sitting Bull, Carl Sandburg.

They don't make em like that anymore!
Not a Tom Cruise, or a Jason Timberlake, or any
of the Clowns running for President of the United States,
can compare to the kind of character that these great faces have.


Surely a sign of the times, great faces, carbon in the sands, buried in the Western Plains with White Buffaloes, Indian Blankets and Arrow Heads.


Some definitions of Poetry by Carl Sandburg

1 Poetry is a echo asking a shadow dancer to be partner.

2 Poetry is a series of explanations of life, fading off into
horizons, too swift for explanations.

3 Poetry is the Phantom script that is telling how a rainbow is
made and why they go away.

4 Poetry is a sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog.

5 Poetry is the tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the
infinite points of its echoes.

I think C.S. was the Fatboy Slim of the 20Th Century, he could trip the light
fantastic in a single bound. Reading his stuff puts me in a transcendental, mystic place, say, a full moon evening on a hidden lake in a deep green forest, surrounded by golden frogs and fire flies glowing like moon beans!

This is something that going to Church on Sunday could never do for me! That Carl Sandburg does!






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