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American Place Ars Philosophica Ars Poetica Footnotes Why

Epistemology

I am interested in place as place, a single objectified reality that is changed only by subjective interactions with it. This as a separate pursuit of the human experience that is influenced by place which is history and human presence objectified.

The park
Neon and forest green
Rolling blend of Kentucky blue
Clover and dandy lions
Shaded by old line of elms

The park
Neon yellow and navy
Zipping children chasing and surging
Tearing out clumps of Kentucky blue
In pursuit of glory

You can have a place
And use it too.

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2019 American Place Ars Philosophica Ars Poetica Poems

Emotional Predicate

To capture being

As we are not things

As “things” go

Us Being

That Is          or shall I say

I Am

No thing

So this is where it gets confusing, you see

So often we write of things, describing things, filling empty pages with empty rooms, filling them with words about things to fill whole rooms. But, then enters the main character and that’s when it goes to hell because lead role players are always such emotional beings so it’s tough to say where it will all go and what will set them off so the room fills with emotional predicate.

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2019 Breaking Muse Garden Psalms Poems

Adding Leaves

A Tree never stops adding Leaves
Everyday, Everyyear…
As should be the way of the poet
Everyday a New Page
Everyyear a New Book
Every life a City or village

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2019 American Place Ars Philosophica Ars Poetica Breaking Muse Poems

Observer of a New Light Across American Landscapes

We enter
Asking for your attention
The town crier
Speaking of the here
And the now
Present for this expression
Of the hearing
Spoken in clear and present tense
The words of the people
So that they may be heard:
What they say—
How they say—
That we may say about them
And this place; The good
And bad and in-between places
That people go to become their
Very own demonstration of their Human
Being. We are here to write it down.

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2019 Ars Poetica Poems Road Less Travelled

Prison of judgment

Oh my God are you okay?
You’re writing poetry everyday?
“Geez, oh Pete’s are you alright?”
Write rhymes of reason every night?
What prostrations come from you?
This urgent burst for what is true?
Self-indulgent acts of pride?
Surely you think of suicide?
How can you waste your time, my dear?
With flights of fancy, sex and fear!
Think of yourself as a poet, son?
Give me example of just one?
Who’s as loud as your TV?
My god, boy—they don’t even read!
People you now “represent”?
Locked in a prison of judgement…
Who are you to decide what is present?

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2019 American Place Poems

SuperCar

Oil over metal
Fuel into fire
Inertia soon released
Smoke off tires
Green lights blink
Foot off clutch
Pedal to metal
Checkered flag rush
Open up throttle
Chaos in control
Chasing white line
Racing’s in your soul!

“Start your engines!”

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2019 Albuquerque American Place Poems

@Macs

We sit and eat
And stare at
The paintings
On the wall
Across the
Street.
They don’t
Really represent
What they
Look like.
Proportions
Off, eyes
Too small
For large
Black heads
Dog and cat,
Couch of
Snake and fish,
Blue iguana.
Staring contest
w/ the cartoon
Crew across
The wall
From them.
GoodShepard
Animal clinic.
“The Doctor Is in.”

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2019 American Place Breaking Muse Poems

Beautiful Day

Beautiful day
Ruined
By schedules
Subjective
Of course
The day
Perfectly happy
To be perfect
Not bothered by my
Objective

“Off course, re-routing”

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Ars Poetica Footnotes Why

Prologue

…and that’s why poetry appeals to me so much–
because it’s so eternal. As long as there are people, they can
remember words and combinations of words. Nothing else
can survive a holocaust but poetry and songs. No one can
remember an entire novel. No one can describe a film, a piece
of sculpture, a painting, but so long as there are human beings,
songs and poetry can continue.

— Jim Morrison, Prologue Wilderness Volume I
© 1988 by Columbus and Pearl Courson

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2019 Breaking Muse Poems

No Ideas but in Things

Poetry is a prison

Capturing
Things
Onto
Pages

Leaving
Every thing
On the
Shelf

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Poetry is a privilege

Turning
Things
Into
Words

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Poetry is a gift

Giving
Things
To
The People

Saving
Things
By
The People

Remembering
Things
Of
The People