Now hear this! To be a poet, one must strive to pose in dramatic fashion; that is, to stand at times, looking into the distance as if having a vision.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Now hear this! To be a poet, one must strive to pose in dramatic fashion; that is, to stand at times, looking into the distance as if having a vision.

The poet must think of oneself
as a peddler of pathos; as an
almost tragic figure, steeped
in the deepest irony and aloof
of the merely mortal and
pedestrian "poetry business"-

Cavorting of course with gods
and the ancient muse of Greece
and Rome, being of a much
higher plane and loftier endeavor -

Forsooth! ~ sayeth Jay Licata ~

( hmmmm...got my eye on a
black cape; nah, wouldn't
play well in Bellevue )

The 1960's

The 1960's was the last great decade in America - with Perhaps the period of 1965, through the middle Seventies, as the most creative and altruistic.

Since then it has been a bitter-sweet, slip-slide ride, Farther away and more distant each day, from the Resplendent vision and promise that America once Held:

In the sanctum of her heart,
In the soul of her lands,
And in the currency
Of her mighty rivers.

Perhaps a great renaissance will beckcon and the Clarion calls of our newer generations, will found a Florence in their mind's eye, a passion in their breast, And a new found joy in the tenor and tempo of their Lives...
JJAL

John Jay Anthony Licata ~ Poet, Artist, Sculptor ~ Troubadour ~ 12th Generation Yankee Son - 1666

This, My Columbia

" Cosmos Cascading " (10x23)

" Blacking Streaking Black Red " ( Right Corner View )

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Now hear this! To be a poet, one must strive to pose in dramatic fashion; that is, to stand at times, looking into the distance as if having a vision.