Is it wise to give away some of my poetry on META? The act and art of poetry is inherently wise: discerning, crafty in every sense; if the reconstructionists are correct, emergent from a deep, proto-IndoEuropean root meaning seen. It is a visionary act at once as cloistered and as public as the Delphic oracle. The old book’s prophets did not hide their lamp but swung it noisily in the street.
It enters through
the senses and prompts, in the suitably sympathetic,
adroit arrangements of words as artful as a spider’s web. How can something so inherently wise be done unwisely? Less craftily, yes, but that is easily remedied by studied reading and practice. Never unwisely.
At 69 I have decided to go down like a flaming Zeppelin: captured in a newsreel camera, narrated by a breathless
radio correspondent, that sublime disintegration of the best intent of the how-it’s-done crowd, blazing.
Blazing
About Me
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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Well Bottom Blues 
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