The Pleasure of the Coil

In Free Floating on February 14, 2009 at 9:33 pm

Puritano, Kyoto

Begin with gulls ratcheting down.
Every turn a tightening of screws
precise in its engendering of you
whose vertebrae are bravely stacked
grudging adherents of a syntax
where absolute minimum of line
when multiplied once by time
will just outlast the tension
of our radial composition
which yearns only to be embroiled
in the pleasure of the coil.

  1. Bizarrely enough, the one limerick i can remember is from Gravity’s Rainbow!

    There is a device called a V2
    to pilot which you do not need to
    you just press a button
    and it dont leave nothing
    but stiffs and big holes and debris too.



  2. The limerick is still a great form, and good limericks provide in and of themselves an argument for the potency of rhyme:

    There once was a man from Peru,
    who dreamed he was eating his shoe
    he awoke with a fright
    in the middle of the night
    to find it was perfectly true

    There once was a young lady called Alice
    who peed in a Catholic chalice
    the padre agreed
    twas done out of need
    and not out of Protestant malice

    A pious reformer named Mather
    was frequently known to blather
    about the great judgment hour
    but the word from the shower
    was that Mather knew his way around lather

    The limerick packs laughs anatomical
    in space that is quite economical,
    but the good ones I’ve seen
    so seldom are clean,
    and the clean ones so seldom are comical.

  3. Near rhymes are also called slant rhymes. 20th century free verse killed rhyme; who knows, maybe it will make a comeback one day. Anyone wanting to write poetry with a strong rhyme scheme should get Thomas Hardy’s collected poetry. He’s fantastic; one can really learn how to write about almost any subject without straying away from rhyme. On form, here’s Goethe:

    The subject-matter is visible to everyone, content is only discovered by him who has something to contribute, and form is a mystery to most.

  4. Still digesting this work–but I admire the near rhymes–when I try to write a poem I tend to get over fussy about rhymes, but it takes a certain amount of courage to embrace the fuzziness of “screws” and “you” or “stacked” and “syntax.”

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