The echoes of Ginsberg rolled into the corner
Ferlinghetti laughed out loud
As tonight’s poets stretched
Pushed
Cajoled
Seduced their audience into submission
Sub
Mission
And it was an undercurrent
In the depths of the well
The wellspring
Of creativity
Intellectual delight
Whatever the age or limitation
Whatever, what ever
(with special emphasis that only a teenager can provide)
Playing with words, with thoughts and emotions
People who gather
Or don’t
Together here in celebration of the muse
While disparate authors sing their tune
And tables roil
Tongues do what they do
As emotions spill forth
Through the night
At the well
Which isn’t doing so
Very well
That is
But hope springs eternal
At the well
David Trudel © 2012
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Very clever – especially the Sub Mission I thought. I heard Ginsberg read many times–he was terrific in person. Perhaps you saw him too. Ferlinghetti, once, I think – in NYC. A great time for poetry. Now too of course. k.
Thanks, no I never did see those particular poets in person but their names kept coming up at the event that inspired this piece.
You are probably much younger! (And too kind to say so!) k.
Probably not that much, if at all! If you read some of the posts in my Musical Vignettes you’ll get a much better idea…