It was tragedy
Of no use to anyone
At all
My father would go
To the jail and speak
alone with murderers
His was divination
Of the cards –
Insane or not insane
Those who saw faces
Terrible eyes
Blood omens
And those
Who
Did not
The fate of each
And every one
The same – to hang
Which ones
of them
By rope
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breathtaking! I can see the child among the destined for those destined for the gallows.
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Thank you!
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I liked your description of these useless tragedies.
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Thanks.
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The key in this is the ‘my father’ line – it makes the whole experience of the poem tangible, bringing the reader into the word with a jolt, much like the noose.
(The Rorschach is a facinating little picture.)
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Thanks. Yes, I was hoping that would ground it, make it more available. It might all be too compressed though.
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Too compressed? Do you mean the written word?
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Or you mean the story line…
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The story line. If you think its OK then fine.
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The story line is perfect! This actually fits with what I’ve been teaching my Honors kiddos. We’ve read Those Winter Sundays (Hayden), Blood(Shihab Nye), & The Gift (Li-Young Lee) – poems that tell a story involving parent-child relationship, so I am really struck by what you wrote here. The pacing is fabulous!
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OK. Hard for me to gauge. Thanks.
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Reading Hayden, Shihab Nye, and Lee! Stunning.
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YES! (Putting the A in the gradebook.)
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Blood is the poem that makes me real for my students because I tell them there are parts of it I still don’t fully have a handle on.
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This has all the guts and teeth. Ugh! I love it.
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Thanks!
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I can read this one, Charlie/qbit. And it hits square in the gut.
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Thanks for hanging in there!! I’m really unhappy with WP and the sound file. It seems to work for some people and not others. I see that most folks use SoundCloud for this, I had no idea it would be such a struggle!
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Sorry — I meant the Renga. the text of that is here, on Charley’s blog: https://lifeinportofino.wordpress.com/2017/09/14/renga-road-of-ashes-charleyqbit/
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An enchantment of high degree. Those trapped without escape tempting fate.
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This has a lot of focused power in it.
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Thank you.
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I had to come back and read this one again. I really like it.
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Wow. That’s great. Of course, now I can ask – what is it about this poem? Lol!
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Honestly, I don’t know. It probably has to do with my own circumstances: complicated parental relationships, my fascination with occult symbols, my brooding sense that we’re all guilty of something. Of course, that’s just why it resonates with me.
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When I posted it, I did think it ended darkly enough that it would be a good Crow poem. ☺️
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