on the sublime
by Feng
when DH Lawrence was alive
DH Lawrence said i am a man and alive
so i am a novelist
superior to scientists and poets and philosophers
i get the whole hog
let him eat hog and be a man
and stand on a high place so his shit may roll forward
like his vision
the gentle wind ruffling his hair
when he dies the gentle wind will touch his tummy
there were times he was not a man
he will forget all of these times
but these times were the times of equality
of pain rummage and hogflesh pity
rubbing on the breast of the sublime
Your poems are a lot more visceral than mine. I worry sometimes that my writing is too much of A to B to C and not enough giraffe to sledgehammer to … the example crumbles here. Then again, I think that the secret may lie very much in being A to B to C while leaving a sledgehammer lodged somewhere before the last punctuation mark.
I’m in the MFA program at Minnesota State University-Mankato. Ive started a blog page with items that constitute some sort of reference for MFA students. I’d appreciate a comment or suggestion if you can.
I chose to comment here because I think that we should always be trying to connect with the sublime–especially if we admit we’re most likely to fail in the attempt.