Last night at Little Grill I read one new poem ('Job Description of a Poet', which got a few knowing laughs from Chris Howdyshell) and a couple of newly posted poems that I'd written a year ago or so (lost in the mail). These included: 'I Don't Mind', 'With All Thy Getting, Get Understanding', 'I Had a Talk With Cupid', 'Only One 'I Love You'', and, much to the relief of everyone in attendance, 'The World's Greatest Poem' (which actually received a good bit of work as a thankful result of the reading).
A poet whose recent self-published book of poems I'd just read showed up and did a little thing on power lines. That would be Charlie Clouse, his book: Poems that Might or might not Change your Life put out by his own Hound Dog Press.
Afterwards I had an interesting discussion with a young poet on the power of rhyme and how so much 'poetry' written today sounds an awful lot like prose (or 'just talking' as he put it).
He actually did what I would call a sentence poem, something I tongue-in-cheek stated I innovated while all along being pretty sure others had done a similar style before me.
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gotta love the poets---CGH
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