3/26  community/language/role. the trumpet considers itself alone. poetry evolving through media—readings on you-tube, open mikers reading off their phones/devices/laptops.

instance exchange, spontaneous publication. statement as spark as attractant. it’s like I see so many more telephone conversations, ubiquitous, and I don’t feel we’re communicating any better. granted there’s some efficiency in errand running, in last minute changes. and never has there been a better device for organizing interested people.

but my concerns are more artistic/evolutionary than political (which at some point could also be evolutionary but we’re a long way from that.)

if no one sees my work how can it do anything? curdle of language-energy flaring into an already busy weekend.

sometimes I worry that my skill in performing my poetry diminishes the value of my work on the page, or even my work as a writer. the way a good comedian could make you laugh by reading the phone book.

no, its my relationship with language that matters, and it’s a relationship trying to operate across a full spectrum—not just the intellectual and directly communicating aspects of language but its historical resonances, personal trip wires and unlimited imagination. poetry as language art, while still maintaining the contact of the spoken language.