I love this. Poetry should intoxicate us. We need more bootleggers. this world is lacking in the requisite amount of poetry to make us forget our sorrows. And who doesn't need a little oblivion now and then? From someone who comes from a long line of bootleggers, drunkards, and ne'er do wells, this really hits home!
Clever musing, academically discovered, re-arranged - then, set before eyes that want to see, if they can. But, it's not what you see, eat or drink that re.arranges the view, it's the aftermath - whatever. Perhaps?
Posted 1 Month Ago
1 Month Ago
Thank you for your review, em, and raising another one from the dead.
j.
I wonder how Hemingway wrote. In the book "A moveable feast". Noon whiskey was the norm. I was told he wrote he wrote standing up by his daughter. When I drink. My my altered ego begin to write. Thank you Jacob for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote
Posted 10 Months Ago
10 Months Ago
my alter ego does all my writing...I am not responsible for any of it...I'm afraid....
thanks.. read moremy alter ego does all my writing...I am not responsible for any of it...I'm afraid....
thanks, Coyote,
j.
I come from a family of bootleggers. My cousins made moonshine in Wilkes County, NC and in Rutherford County. I have seen actual photos of their stills and way of life in the mountains. One photo has a relative swigging from a jug as a little girl in a bonnet stands by his fire holding a rag doll. But I understand this as metaphor. Sipping the potent elixir of distilled verbiage might give one a pleasant buzz that is not too easily forgotten. The content may be lost but never the experience. I enjoyed.
Nothing like being intoxicated on poetry, only downside is you might not remember them…..for a while….i love the line….” Of writes hidden in trees of metaphor “ very clever J.
Warmly, B
Posted 10 Months Ago
10 Months Ago
thank you, Betty....means a lot...I have been feeling pretty unpoetic the past several days.
.. read morethank you, Betty....means a lot...I have been feeling pretty unpoetic the past several days.
j.
I love this. Poetry should intoxicate us. We need more bootleggers. this world is lacking in the requisite amount of poetry to make us forget our sorrows. And who doesn't need a little oblivion now and then? From someone who comes from a long line of bootleggers, drunkards, and ne'er do wells, this really hits home!
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..