Finding and Found by Poems I mentioned in the previous post that I’m interested in poetry as such—in the making of poems and reading of poems--in the mysterious processes by which these peculiar combinations of sounds sometimes though not always represented by these strange configurations of shapes forming letters forming words forming phrases forming lines forming ideas come to have such power to move us, to change us, to help and to heal us. I’m interested, too, in the points of contact where those odd collocations of sound and sense find or get found by hearers or readers and this new thing emerges—the experience of the work’s realization as an act of communication, as a means of connection, as, in the best cases, a vehicle of communion. I’m interested in all of that and more—the enigma of how poems sometimes seem to discover us and speak to us words we most need to hear, just when we most need to hear them.
Finding and Found by Poems
Finding and Found by Poems I mentioned in the previous post that I’m interested in poetry as such—in the making of poems and reading of poems--in the mysterious processes by which these peculiar combinations of sounds sometimes though not always represented by these strange configurations of shapes forming letters forming words forming phrases forming lines forming ideas come to have such power to move us, to change us, to help and to heal us. I’m interested, too, in the points of contact where those odd collocations of sound and sense find or get found by hearers or readers and this new thing emerges—the experience of the work’s realization as an act of communication, as a means of connection, as, in the best cases, a vehicle of communion. I’m interested in all of that and more—the enigma of how poems sometimes seem to discover us and speak to us words we most need to hear, just when we most need to hear them.