Friday, May 18th, 2012
Two Scots poems by poet McGuire. One on book binding, the other on poetry sleep overs.
Rather lounge for years on a couch nourished
by the sharp turn and warm talk of the book
than strain for hours through the glare
of desktop icons and electrified pages.
I prefer a fresh loaf in the hands
kneading the dough of the story
rather than stretching cable to get
the just right tender angle at midnight.
Most of all I imagine my Mother or Father
reading to me, or me reading to the next
generation, as we fall asleep dreaming
a game world sugared with constellations.
-McGuire
A Poetry Sleep-In
The soul is a wild boar – McGuire.
Falling asleep listening to the dull poets
read their dull poems in the land of soul.
Writhing in stuffy halls on hard chairs.
Reluctant audiences exhaust the coffee machine,
stew over stiff silence as one soul is about to
read the last line from a five page epic.
All preparing for perfunctory applause.
This is where poetry comes to die.
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