Stuff all that politics nonsense. “Bird”, wanted by ten other journals (yes, ten!) appears on the front page news of Ink, Sweat and Tears today.
Ink & Sweat…is probably one of the only reputable on-line journals publishing in the U.K. – partly because of it’s editorial team (Helen Ivory is editor-in-chief) partly because of the quality of the work it publishes. Nothing disappoints. I hope the same can be said for my poem today.
I want to note that ‘Bird’ is dedicated to my dear friend and mentor, Mario Petrucci. I’m currently reading through Petrucci’s latest manuscript, which is simply impeccable. He is sadly, a dying breed of modernist poets. There’s being witty and innovative with language – and then there’s simply bleeding it out, thread by thread, after years needling the point at an old desk. Petrucci’s latest collection from Nine Arches ‘anima’ is a revolutionary statement in itself – the way the words are collected and formed on the page, not in the content. The ideas themselves are simple; submitting to the contradictions of love, mortality, and doubt.
In this poem, which came instantly and ‘in one take’ I felt I’d captured that same sense of simplicity – coupled with the a moment of sadness (the sense of the moment too, I wanted to capture) in the realisation that the ability of one person to reach out to the world, and effect it through language, isn’t a constant thing. There’s only ever one bird.
There are several other layers too, more complex. But I won’t indulge myself.
This poem is also for anyone who understands the 3-6pm lull, especially in Summer. That time of day when the afternoon starts to slip, but the evening is still a long way off. There’s no inspiration, everything’s lacklustre. It’s also probably the worst time to try and sit down and write something.
So here it is. It’s short. I hope you enjoy.
P.S. I’m kidding about the politics nonsense. Get involved if you can.