>>> Item number 27041 from WRITERS LOG9403C --- (67 records) ----- <<< Date: Wed, 16 Mar 1994 18:35:01 JST Reply-To: WRITERS Sender: WRITERS From: Mike Barker Subject: SUB: A PROSE poetry, prose, and meditations... a rant? playing again, I guess... any comments happily accepted, brutal rending also fine, and if I don't hear nothing, I'll probably do it again anyway... for/with/re Chris Lott and his reflections - THANKS! tink ---------------------------------------------------------- A PROSE Copyright 1994 Mike Barker prose poem, poetic prose, all those words hiding writing. pure poetry? lurking somewhere in the web of words, waiting to be plucked, polished, and shine... multi-faceted jewel of words splendid space free unbounded prosaic? boundaries square mere prose lengthily walks the page from side to side, top to bottom, rhythm overcome by fainting plot, buried under grammar, details slapping details on painted walls of solid brick words, oral speech faded aural memory unused almost forgotten rhyme since printed memory took the masses to press. yet cadence strikes! rhythmic blows, forcing words, beyond mere prose, into mystic poetry, free. unbroken. once again. so pound the drum, rum a tum, tum, tum, gaze deep in the flames of ancestry dark, and let the poet play on the strings of memory, those bass chords ringing, fingering, echoing, oracle, of humanity. write is a verb, right is a modifier, poetry and prosery mere nouns untried. and i verb modifiest. no object. no!no!no!no!no! no noun. ( and echo ) raw verbs. wry verbs. write verbs. right verbs. add and adders flush veins full of poison, biting, bitter. I verb addest! no object. no!no!no!no!no! no noun. print it! --------------------------------------------------------------