poetry is alive and well


how many readers have the courage to admit they write poetry?
not many.

it's like picking your nose. more than many do it - few admit to it.
poetry has a bad rap. it's become the joke of the romantically addled, too serious for life men, suicidal women.

poetry is alive and well in all languages, cultures, ethnicities and economic situations. particularly after the amazing discovery that poetry doesn't have to rhyme. in spite of imabic pentameter and such, poetry has no boundaries, no limits. (i find myself saying that more and more.) some poems look like poems. i've written some of those.

some poems sound like poems. i've written some of those. some poems sound like bricks and feel like bricks and make about as much sense as bricks. i've written some of them as well.

poetry has the same power to go beyond what is now and present as does art. in all its forms and guises poetry reflects what it means to be human. poems are maps of being human, and just like humans reflect diversity. to accomplish this, all they have to do is exist.


three poetry books offered by ganstudios.com

sleeplessness | the adventures of ear
| incarnations of black maria