my life is my message

gandhi

in twenty years will the people who currently get impatient/cross

when i mention the climate emergency

say you told me so?

will they wish they hadn’t got on so many aeroplanes,

or will they defend their choice to take recreational flights?

a lot of us are broken now. perhaps our best hope

is to own how smashed up we are,

inhabit the catastrophe

with as much consciousness as we can bring to the table.

residence in a psychiatric facility

is a good excuse for skipping the news.

there aren’t any words

paint drips

apostrophes

which escape your attention. (i only had six nights)

the federer fan asked why i thought “st george’s day” was a poem

rather than a prose piece.

the answer is i didn’t:

that is how it presented itself to me

who was it who said writing [poems] is like taking dictation

[c s lewis said writing] poems [is rather like taking dictation]

when jarvis asked leonard about his creative process

he eluded or elided the question

best not dig too deep into that soil

if some words arrive as a poem

if poems come as a by-product of the other kind of writing i do

who am i to argue.

the man said your life is none of your business.