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== A Poem By <u>[[Gerald Alan Ney]]</u> ==
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'''Poet's Dilemma & Imperative''' 11/08/2012<Br>
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(See Also '''[[Task & Purpose]]'''<Br>
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and '''[[Caedmon's Choice]]''')<Br><Br>
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["''A poem is the unpaid labor of the intellect,''<Br>
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''the fonds perdu, practice with a sandbag:''<Br>
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''one-sided, inconsequential, and without partners.''"<Br>
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::- Gottfried Benn]<Br>
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["anyway all artists feel 'other'.<Br>
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There's not an artist on God's green earth<Br>
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who feels 'emotionally speaking,'<Br>
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that he or she has been invited to the prom."<Br>
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::- Hilton Als]<Br>
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The writing<Br>
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That we put<Br>
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Upon the paper<Br>
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Silently screams<Br>
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Its sibilants and plosives;<Br>
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Yet meaninglessly meanders<Br>
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Across the surface<Br>
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Of many a mind.<Br>
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~<Br>
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Too long, too short,<Br>
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Too nerdish,<Br>
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Too simple,<Br>
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Too out there.<Br>
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No rhythm, no rhyme,<Br>
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Out of fashion,<Br>
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Too trendy,<Br>
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"Who ya think you are?"<Br>
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~<Br>
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A man like any other<Br>
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More or less.<Br>
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Like Shylock and not.<Br>
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A Jeffersonian bundle<Br>
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Of contradictions,<Br>
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Both plain spoken and<Br>
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A dealer in allusions.<Br>
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~<Br>
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Day in, day out,<Br>
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A streambed dry<Br>
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Till a flash flood<Br>
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Of words burn<Br>
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In my brain,<Br>
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"Write us or lose us,<Br>
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We need to be said.<Br>
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No one else can<Br>
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The same way."<Br><Br>
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:::[[Gerald Alan Ney]]
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[[Category:By-Gerald_Alan_Ney]][[Category:Is-Poem]]

Latest revision as of 13:53, 8 December 2019

A Poem By Gerald Alan Ney

Poet's Dilemma & Imperative 11/08/2012
(See Also Task & Purpose
and Caedmon's Choice)

["A poem is the unpaid labor of the intellect,
the fonds perdu, practice with a sandbag:
one-sided, inconsequential, and without partners."

- Gottfried Benn]

["anyway all artists feel 'other'.
There's not an artist on God's green earth
who feels 'emotionally speaking,'
that he or she has been invited to the prom."

- Hilton Als]

The writing
That we put
Upon the paper
Silently screams
Its sibilants and plosives;
Yet meaninglessly meanders
Across the surface
Of many a mind.
~
Too long, too short,
Too nerdish,
Too simple,
Too out there.
No rhythm, no rhyme,
Out of fashion,
Too trendy,
"Who ya think you are?"
~
A man like any other
More or less.
Like Shylock and not.
A Jeffersonian bundle
Of contradictions,
Both plain spoken and
A dealer in allusions.
~
Day in, day out,
A streambed dry
Till a flash flood
Of words burn
In my brain,
"Write us or lose us,
We need to be said.
No one else can
The same way."

Gerald Alan Ney