Ken Poyners Comments
I seldom write anything that would come close to love poetry, though a few from this pack in FRiGG get as close to that standard as I dare ever go. It is then odd that I am writing about this work tonight, as I also prepare to take my wife out for our thirty-third anniversary, which falls heavily on today. The piece Anniversary becomes here serendipitously more timely than I thought it ever would.
I began writing in my teens rather unexpectedly and have thus been doing this for approximately forty years. For anyone, after a while the original pretensions fall away, leaving new, often more complicated ones. My drive these days is to hunt for human motivations in the tussled scenarios I find and gather. Success is when you see something that would perhaps be everyday ordinary as filled rather with the sodden avatars of a quietly glorious physics. I like the surreal, but more as a circumstance than as a method or a tone of metaphor. The surreal is more common than you think.
The tank of Democracy is real, and sat last I knew beside a small road in Pennsylvania. I only hope the journey of the couple depicted in the poem has been real as well.
Return to Archive
|