Excuse Me

From time to time I pick up this book,  An Approach to Poetry by Posphor  Mallam, published in 1930.  This book was  in the library of the second Colorado state Poet Laureate, Nellie Burgett Miller. Today, I read a perfect excuse for what appears to be my lethargy (laziness?) in writing in this blog.  I quote page 80.

“. . .there are feelings too intimate, too closely entwined with his (the poet’s) life, to be detached for utterance; as there are others which demand instant translation into action.  When Keats saw the butcher maltreating a boy, he did not express his indignation in a sonnet, he knocked the butcher down; when Shelly found a poor woman lying ill at night in the road he did not write an Ode on the Good Samaritan, he took her to his house and tended (to) her.

“A poet must be able to hold off a feeling, in order to let the rays of imagination play upon it; before he can turn it into verse. Too near, is as speechless as too far.  When a man’s whole nature is engaged in a struggle with distress of mind  or body, he is too closely at grip with reality for there to be room for poetry.”

Voila!  There you have it, “too closely at grip with reality for there to be room for poetry.” NOW I can release my guilty conscience for not keeping up with my blog and go outside and tie up the grapevines, hoe the  corn,  lick sweat on my upper lip, smell the roses, breathe the summer air, hear the beating hummingbird wings, and let the rain drops splash on my face. “You come too.”

Cheers. Jim





About Ciletti

Jim Ciletti, an award winning poet, filmmaker, and author, is the 2010-2012, Poet Laureate of the Pikes Peak region, and for 41 years, poet-in-residence for the Orme School Fine Arts Festival. Jim gives many workshops on the writing and performance of poetry, and makes poetry house calls to create personal poetry events. Ciletti loves everything Italian, including cooking for family and friends, and loves to plant garlic, make homemade wine, and eating peaches and plums. "Everyday is Christmas, but you don't always get everything you ask for. Sometimes more. Poetry celebrates life."
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4 Responses to Excuse Me

  1. So beautiful!  This also helps me to realize that being in the moment is more important than reflecting back on the event. Perhaps writers and photographers are too busy “recording” rather than actually experiencing.  You, my darling, seem able to do both. I love you, Mary

  2. Helen Hudson says:

    Ah….dear Poet Laureate….how well I understand this stance. 🙂

  3. jhwriter says:

    There’s no excuse for you, as my Dad would say when I’d sneeze and say “Excuse me!” But of course, you don’t need an excuse. Gardens need tending more than blogs do…. Cheers!

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