Song of the Oh So Knowing

I see the emotions you are conveying, personally I don't consider myself a poet. I just like to write from time to time. I know however there are some deep meanings in good poems with clever twist as well. I know some suffered for theirart, but that aint gonne be me.

I think you have painted the torment of these poor souls very well. Interesting format too.

Ed x

This is so funny. You've caught the essence of the poet so well. I totally get this and can fully make fun of myself for these sentiments. It made me laugh.

Love this. Bloody art. Poetry. Prose shit. Poetic bollocks. Suffragettes. Load of old codswallop, the pen, the sighs. Poetry and prose, codswallop, not your poem of course. Some folk at a local reading this week made me feel physically sick with their stubborn bowed heads, no eye contact, a swan-like woe is me perspective, warbly self indulgent voices and then criticising others when they read. Get a grip mate. Oh god, why don't they? Why don't I? It wasn't me, but god, I hope it wasn't me.

Hi Bee,

I don't even understand how a poem is supposed to look, never having had anybody really show me the ropes. All I do know is that words fly around in my head, even when I'm doing the housework or out walking, or trying to get off to sleep, it's always been the same and I try to get them down as quickly as possible before they're lost forever. 

I have to admit to getting really stressed if I can't create and the agitation won't go away until I've completed what I set out to do.

No I don't consider myself a poet, just someone who loves to create.

By the way...after all my words, just want to say I liked yours.

Jenny. 

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Top hole, this one, Bee, and it deserves all its accolades Poetry surely isn't meant to be a kind of revered 'code', not in my book, anyway.  Poetry shouldn't 'mean', but simply 'be...'  That's what I fink, at any rate

Tina

What a wonderful piece, Bee. I never think of myself as a poet, but in that statement have poisoned the well. Maybe those who are inclined to write have a sensitivity to everything, which urges them to notice and examine, but takes them through the great highs and lows that noticing and examining provoke. The burden, perhaps. But writers continue to write.

A lovely thoughtful poem, Bee, in your most open and engaging style.

;)

I'm very grateful to a lovely American performer called Paula Varjack who, at an open-mic night in Bristol a few years ago railed at British poets who step up to the mic and apologise wittily for the work they're about to perform. I've just realised that I may have done that with the "wink", which I'll now have to leave in the comment or none of this will make the slightest sense. I love this poem at face-value Bee.

Still a beautiful piece of work. And, yes Bee, we are still reading you.

PT x