12-17-2011, 04:28 AM
Old (somewhat à propos ) poem:
< the purpose of poetry >
poetry gives words
a place to go
it gives me
something to do
something easier
than life
poetry can save you
from work
and relatives
and love
and suicide
it saved Sylvia Plath
for years
and then
it helped her
poetry gives artists
who can't draw
a place to paint
and novelists
who can't write
a place to speak
- - -
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions