POEM: This Is Knot Poetry — When Red Allowed

Waiving his red pen
He made his mute point
That spoken word is knot
Like meting
Meter and anti-meter
And the invariable deconstruction of
As if
Employing free
Versus
The hire
For
That its worth
Save in alliteral weigh
Abut
Alas
Bringing too bare
Undisciplined obscenities uddering
As opposed to the ladder
As any won
May eye
Make this suggestive
Perhaps you's
An unpronounceable cymbal farmerly no'in as prints
Pulling weeds
Of biblical pro portion
Fore whatever
It maybe worth
There is know space
Sandwiched
Between and knot
Between amateurs and
Knot that which isn't
Nor which is
The wurst
I ever metaphor
Whatever
Call me
I am
An outspoken unspoken word artist
Unspellbound in my crappy weighs
And should upon
In the coming daze
Sow called poets anon meet
As shepherds to sheep affix
Due the write thing
Feel free
To shut the flock up

This poem was inspired by a blog article that a friend shared, entitled, “Spoken Word Is Not Poetry.”  My immediate response was simple: “I find it helpful to see everything as poetry.”  Of course, this is the gloriously useless mode of perception I aspire to use the .  However, this poem represents a more detailed critique of the assertion that spoken word is not poetry. The author of this article pined that many readers at open mics are not trained poets and typically use free verse or poetry.  I must confess: I am an untrained , except by my tutelage under various muses.  Further, the often quick use of vulgarities offended the author's parently higher sensibilities.  I strongly suspect that the of any or poets is never complete as in word, as opposed to doing the deed in , because is F'ing ineffable.  Claiming that spoken word is performance , which it is, seemed to be a means to taint spoken word artists as something other than poets. I certainly don't being seen as more than a !  I wonder if the author would consider a novelist not a novelist if they read their aloud — that would be a novel idea!  I related to the author's point that an important part of poetry is the relationship of the reader to the written word without being nailed down by a verbal representation (or layering upon it performance ).  Most of my are best read silently, to allow for the multiple interpretations and meanings to brew within the reader; this process is at the of my poetry.  I find it difficult to read many of my out loud because I must pick one way to read the poem which inevitably shortchanges the of multiple meanings.  I must admit that when it comes to my poetry I am conveniently an anarchist, formally rejecting socially constructed boundaries of form. I do not doubt that the many fine forms of poetry developed over centuries are worthy of attention.  Nonetheless, I consider deflating pretensions as fodder for my poetic vocations.  If this itself seems pretentious, please feel free to take a meta view of my sow-called as self-parody.  At the end of my daze, I want parity for awe.

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