After February’s Post-It Note Poetry, I’ve felt invigorated to keep working on my poetry and learning more about the craft of poetry. To that end I’m trying to write a poem a week. I hope, by the end of the year, I will half enough decent poetry to put together in a small collection and sell as an online e-chapbook.
This week’s poem is about philosophy, or, more precisely, the failure of philosophy to square with reality. I recently went to a reading by a poet who enthusiastically embraced philosophy and literary theory in her work. While I enjoyed talking with her, I left feeling naggingly empty. I realized later that it was because I am a realist: I see and report what I see as a writer. I try to understand reality as I see it. I don’t go after things which are rooted in the world of thought.
So I wrote a poem about it.
It is better to live in reality
Than try to wrestle with shadows
broken words and teeth
what power do they have
beyond the ruins, collapsed
and half forgotten.
can’t shine in the stars and moon.
there is no center
no eye of destruction
no flame and fury and desolate rebirth;
there is the morning sun peeking through the curtains
the sweet scent of coffee in the air
and the loveliness of one’s lover, scruffy and sleepy.
yours — yours are dead words.