and then there's that...

I'm currently reading the book "Man's Search for Meaning" by Viktor Frankl.

pp.42
"The Murderous Capo entered the room by chance and he was asked to recite one of his poems, which had become famous (or infamous) in camp. He did not need to be asked twice and quickly produced a kind of diary from which he began to read samples of his art. I bit my lips till they hurt in order to keep from laughing at one of his love poems…"

What I've learned so far from my reading is that even in a concentration camp bad poetry is funny... : )

This being said, the other night as i was stuck in a Hannah Montana traffic jam (carloads of preteens outside the arena), i sat trying my darndest to appreciate this poem. I listened intently as my AudioDharma teacher, after 46min. of solemn instruction offered "to end tonight i'd like to read you one of MY poems..."


THE HABIT OF TIME

What tense calls us night after summer night
Through the roses and jasmine spending themselves
In the cool copper air
Retina, stem, cerebrum
These ten tendencies shimmer and wink out
Habits of holding
Our home is the center
Of the bees winged flame
It opens the rose, the hip, the coming dark


okay, just a few thoughts i still need to let go of...

Unless you are a doctor or trying to be funny, no poem should contain the words retina, stem and or cerebrum

Our home is the center of the bees winged flame?... makes no sense whatsoever

…it opens the rose…the hip…now you’ve mixed plant and people parts...not good.

anyway, and it went on and on into the coming darkness.

hope you're having a Terrific Tuesday!

amanda cranky pants