I came across the sound of Blyin the back cavity of my head,
just adjacent to the sounds of
Stafford and of Frost. It had
made itself - made themselves -
to bounce back and forth in there
issuing noises of twang and hush.
A nasal cadence of whispers and
heavy “r”s echoing down into
the back of my throat.
A lineage of readings have been turning
over in there not just for moments, but
decades. Always looking for a way out
onto the page by way of my pen and
of my voice. I could not stand for them
to go away for long. The constancy of their
swell keeps my world from falling off
it’s spoken axis of meaning and metaphor.
Stay with us. Poets. Stay.
Poems of longing and attachment from this side of the JOURNEY, with an eye toward the Other-Side. All of the poems here were written by N. Thomas Johnson-Medland. Feel free to use them as you wish, just credit the author and send me a copy. tomjohnsonmedland@gmail.com
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Twang and Hush
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Those sounds, those words that are swelling to get out are your "man" words; your man's voice. A voice that many say doesn't need to be heard anymore; a hegemonistic voice that's been heard too much; an unimportant voice. You hesitate to put them on paper, in space, because you feel you might be appropriating the space of an un-man-ed person who has before now been voiceless. Well, don't worry. As Bly might say, "Be a good man whether they listen or not." We'll be here until they need us...and they will.
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