The Huntsman
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- May 1, 2002
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I have been told that the greatest insult a Poet could give, would be to explain his or her poem!
I agree with the spirit of this statement, but I don't think it addresses our business here - the progressive fine-tuning of our poetic meditations.
As you can see, I just rambled a bit about two of my poems to help clarify.
As to confusion: I am reminded of a parable regarding the Crooked Tree.
A master commands a student to find an angle from which a gnarly pine appears to stand straight.
The student goes so far as to suspend himself above the tree, and to lay against its roots. In the end he gives up, concluding the task to be an impossible one. The master never reveals the answer.
The student returns down the mountain. Once among his peers, he seeks their advice, consulting with others to combine his efforts with the greater whole.
The answer, he learns, is this:
to see the crooked Tree in a straight line, he must simply look straight at it.
...of course, there are poems more crooked than any pine
Ihmara
I agree with the spirit of this statement, but I don't think it addresses our business here - the progressive fine-tuning of our poetic meditations.
As you can see, I just rambled a bit about two of my poems to help clarify.
As to confusion: I am reminded of a parable regarding the Crooked Tree.
A master commands a student to find an angle from which a gnarly pine appears to stand straight.
The student goes so far as to suspend himself above the tree, and to lay against its roots. In the end he gives up, concluding the task to be an impossible one. The master never reveals the answer.
The student returns down the mountain. Once among his peers, he seeks their advice, consulting with others to combine his efforts with the greater whole.
The answer, he learns, is this:
to see the crooked Tree in a straight line, he must simply look straight at it.
...of course, there are poems more crooked than any pine
Ihmara
