- Poetry and Prose
This Page is an engagement between poetry and prose. What we say in each style is different, but the desire to speak, is the same. I am experimenting with this process, and so I will begin with a poem written by E.E. Cummings.
into the strenuous briefness
hand organs and April
i charge laughing.
Into the hair-thin tints
of yellow dawn,
into the women-colored twilight
into the big vermilion departure
(Do you think?)the
is probably made
of roses & hello:
(of solongs and,ashes)
As I read and reread this poem, I find, and that is the word deliberately chosen, "find", myself visualizing a wedding day. I suspect it is the effect of the final phrasing: " (Do you think?) the I do, world is probably made of roses & hello: (of solons and, ashes).
The oddity of poetry and prose is simply this: prose says what it means to say; poetry says what prose cannot say. At the moment I, like so many others, feel caught in the fiction/fact struggle between the current President, and the media....
But that deliberate confusion throws me into a conundrum: since we ingest information and transform it into something that fits our cognitive and emotional self, when we send it, reshaped into the world, it has to reflect our own personal understanding and while that process may be an agreed upon "truth ", the re-shaped individualized message we send bears the marks of our own personal parentage. Is that what the Trumpians mean when they talk about "alternative facts?"