by Warren Gaston | Jul 4, 2015
Poetry – a different language using the same identical words as those used by everyone else..
by Warren Gaston | Jul 2, 2015
You never know. Things are going along. You get comfortable, used to the way things are. The nasty habit of taking things for granted sets in. Then, out of all that you have happily ignored, an army invades, the body erupts, flames leap through the roof, a thief...
by Warren Gaston | Jun 30, 2015
A poet has confidence in his or her own ignorance. What could that possibly mean? A poet is an explorer into language. What potential does language have to reveal? The poet wants to know. The poet’s tools for exploration are words. What can words accomplish?...
by Warren Gaston | Jun 29, 2015
The poet talks. The reader listens, then talks back. Not out loud, of course. Not whispering in the poet’s ear. But if the poet and the poem and the reader each do their work, a response will come. Something will arrive in the reader’s mindful heart, the trembling of...
by Warren Gaston | Jun 28, 2015
A poem is the reverse of a loose thread on a sweater. Pull on a loose thread and the sweater unravels. Poets, on the other hand, ravel the seemingly disparate threads of the world together, weaving a red wheelbarrow with white chickens, ice cream with an emperor, a...
by Warren Gaston | Jun 19, 2015
The triumph of technology – when the tools dictate the task. The triumph of humanity — when the task dictates the tools.
