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107th Virtual Poetry Circle

Welcome to the 107th Virtual Poetry Circle!

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.

Also, sign up for the 2011 Fearless Poetry Reading Challenge because its simple; you only need to read 1 book of poetry.  Please contribute to the growing list of 2011 Indie Lit Award Poetry Suggestions, visit the stops on the National Poetry Month Blog Tour from April.

Today’s poem is from Carl Phillips:

Porcelain

As when a long forgetfulness lifts suddenly, and what
we'd forgotten—as we look at it squarely, then again
refuse to look—is our own
                                            inconsequence, yes, it was
mostly like that, sex as both an act of defacement and—
as if the two were the same thing—votive offering,
insofar as the leaves
                                     also were a kind of offering, or could
at least be said to be, as they kept falling the way leaves
do: volitionless, from different heights, and in the one direction.

Let me know your thoughts, ideas, feelings, impressions. Let’s have a great discussion…pick a line, pick an image, pick a sentence.

I’ve you missed the other Virtual Poetry Circles. It’s never too late to join the discussion.

  • I can’t figure it out, either. I wondered if one of the sexual partners was too passive for a little while. This is something I like in poetry, though–a picture of something you have to read for a while to figure out what you think it is.

    • Interesting idea. I’m still not sure about this poem. Most people hate when poems are too confusing.

  • This one even has me perplexed. I was wondering what others would come up with. The only think I could think of is that it has something to do with facing the past or something that was done wrong, only to realize that it wasn’t as much of a death blow as initially thought. That maybe our actions don’t mean a whole lot or that we don’t in the grander scheme of things…not sure though.

  • Hmm…I’ve read this one a few times now and still can’t figure it out. What do you think about it?