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i am watching them,
a circle of men,
listening to their words,
as they whisper thoughts of politics,
the meaning of life,
and the rules of poetry...
i watch, interested,
or more correctly, perhaps,
though to imagine myself in that circle,
Streamlined and proficient,
producing modern works of art en masse,
such professors of life,
though who ever knew of a teacher
with no students?
i know of one.
actually, i know a circle of them...
| I also was intrigued by the title of the poem, which drew me in. The mood of the men at the open mic night is of their expertise. But, the knee jerker made me glad to read this, and gave a grin to be delighted.||| Posted on 2022-09-24 00:00:00 | by pioneerheart | [ Reply to This ] || First of all the title of your poem made me see what this was about.Im glad i entered.|
I have never been to an opem mic poetry reading.If i was ever to go i think i would do just like you did here.sit off to the side and listen to it all go down.I think going to an open mic poetry night would inspire me and probably be more free to write without rhyme.
From reading this i can see you took in the words an felt the inspiration from such professors.I have nothing wrong to say about this piece.well done tony thanks for the read.
|| Posted on 2007-09-05 00:00:00 | by deluka | [ Reply to This ] || This has a nice feel to it. Not boring and a smooth read. For one I am glad that you wrote this as a ponder instead of trying to capture visual affect of what you saw. There are a few lines of visual but for the most part you described trying to understand it.|
I have been to a few poets clubs as they were called a long time ago. I found them interesting and boring at the same time.
I don't find poetry boring, I find the way people try express it that bores me. On the other hand I like poems that deal with family. Different strokes for different folks.
Again this is a very good write.
Respect and admiration
|| Posted on 2005-11-27 00:00:00 | by Wisdom Seeker | [ Reply to This ] || I thinkt his is a really good work, and quite meaningful and true. Good writing/flow aside, what i took from it is that they all gather to share their poetry and muse about all sorts of things, but they don't try and get it out to the world, and they dont bother teaching it to people. Thats what i took from it. Your a very skilled writer.||| Posted on 2005-11-27 00:00:00 | by Visionary | [ Reply to This ] || i was confused at first, but the end did a great job clearing it up. i guess that was the point? ur poem was just a little bit enlightening ^-^ its a good reflection on the people around us, the many many types of people around us||| Posted on 2005-10-23 00:00:00 | by thehappyfaery | [ Reply to This ] || This poem made me think about doing my own work on an open mic night, i couldn't do it. My poems to deep and i don't think i'd be brave enough to share that with a room of people, that's why i use this site i suppose, it gets my work shared, but i never have to look people in the eye when i post it. I guess you created something good here, made me think.|
|| Posted on 2005-05-26 00:00:00 | by corruptedspirit | [ Reply to This ] || This flowed really well! It confused me at first, and made me read it again...i like that. The message I got was clear, though. well done! keep it up, i need to read more of your work.|
|| Posted on 2005-05-22 00:00:00 | by Nirvana | [ Reply to This ] || This reminds me of how i sometimes felt when i would visit open mics sptos when i first started writing. |
I would go alone. Not sharing anything, not saying a word to anyone. My only companions would be my ciggs and whatever drink I'd order. I do everything i could to make sure i had some weed in my system before i got there. Not because i needed dank to appreciate it, just to enhance it. I'd idolize (or highly esteem) the guys/girls who'd step to the stage. THere poetry would seem light years ahead of mine. My frieds would tell me my stuff was good, but i'd always be paroniod and think that my friends where saying that to be friendly. I got over that though. And started to appreciate/respect my voice. Cool thing about elite is that you can find folks to appreciate your voice also.
i watch, interested,
or more correctly, perhaps,
|| Posted on 2005-05-22 00:00:00 | by spoken | [ Reply to This ] || When I was in college (as an older student), a friend of mine and I went to a cafe on campus. I overheard (shamlessly eavesdropped) on two erudite young men talking. The only thing I remember about their conversation was one of them saying to the other "We mustn't lose sight of the child within us." I thought that was a dumb thing to say in the context of their conversation. I think I'm sensing the same feeling in your poem - listening to these guys talk about poetry, life and politics, very full of themselves, even, perhaps, arrogant. They aren't wise enough to have any followers, but they don't realize it.|
I thought you expressed this very well. A short poem that says all that needs to be said. I have one correction: "in mass" should be "en masse".
Where in Washington are you from? I live way up north, next to the Canadian border. mae
|| Posted on 2005-05-22 00:00:00 | by mae | [ Reply to This ] || Wow! This is good. At first I thought it would be a little mechanical but it flowed really well and the message was clearly sent. :) It is hard to imagine yourself as a part of something so highly "proficient" like you said. But then again, look at this site. :) We are producing art but learning from each other too. Great piece. |
|| Posted on 2005-05-22 00:00:00 | by borderlinetears | [ Reply to This ] || Tony~|
You are a great writer. You have yet to bore me. You are amazing. I love how you can make something so seemingly boring into something so intriguing, something so awesome. I miss you and wish that you would talk to me.
Great piece of writing here. Did you get up and read anything??
|| Posted on 2005-05-22 00:00:00 | by longwinterdays | [ Reply to This ] || thats just beautiful my friend, for that circle holds much more than a class rooms interest, it buries mountains, with coughed up souls, perfect evaluations of what is reality and fiction, all the important things swallowed whole by people on the outside of that giant heartshaped hole, they take what they need and live better than they would previously live with the hopeless news and stroke inducing cinema galore, ravenous things are easily fought off, by the spoken magic they consume...thanks friend||| Posted on 2005-06-09 00:00:00 | by Reckoner | [ Reply to This ] |