How to Write a Poem
Learn to curse in three languages. When midday
yawns stack high and your eyelids flutter, fire up
the chain saw; there’s always something to dismember.
Make it new. Fear no bridges. Accelerate through
curves, and look twice before leaping over fires,
much less into them. Read bones, read leaves, read
the dust on shelves and commit to memory a thousand
discarded lines. Next, torch them. Take more than you
need, buy books, scratch notes in the dirt and watch
them scatter down nameless alleys at the evening’s first
gusts. Gather words and courtesies. Guard them carefully.
Play with others, observe birds, insects and neighbors,
but covet your minutes alone and handle with bare hands
only those snakes you know. Mourn the kindling you create
and toast each new moon as if it might be the last one
to tug your personal tides. When driving, sing with the radio.
Always. Turn around instead of right. Deny ambition.
Remember the freckles on your first love’s left breast.
There are no one-way streets. Appreciate the fragrance
of fresh dog shit while scraping it from the boot’s sole.
Steal, don’t borrow. Murder your darlings and don’t get
caught. Know nothing, but know it well. Speak softly
and thank the grocery store clerk for wishing you
a nice day even if she didn’t mean it. Then mow the grass,
grill vegetables, eat, laugh, wash dishes, talk, bathe,
kiss loved ones, sleep, dream, wake. Do it all again.
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“How to Write a Poem,” is included in Indra’s Net: An International Anthology of Poetry in Aid of The Book Bus, and has appeared on the blog as well.
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I was so hoping for the audio embellishment of you singing along to the radio… All in all, this recording, this POEM!, is inspiring and adorable! ❤️
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I wanted to enhance the recording, not ruin it! 😁
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All that singing with the radio – how often I’ve been there. Wonderful poem!
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I do my best singing on the road, in the car, alone. 🙂
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Wonderful read – thank you!
I particularly like the advice to turn around, not right. Need to put a note on my dash …
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I never seem to be heading in the right direction!
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I think this may be my favorite of your audio pieces/recordings so far. It’s such a good text and background sounds work so well.
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Thanks, Frank. I enjoyed editing the recording.
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Agreed, Frank. The recording is perfect!
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Delightful!
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Thank you!
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Wonderful! “Turn around, not right” leaped out at me. Also: “grill vegetables, eat, laugh, wash dishes, talk, bathe, kiss loved ones, sleep, dream, wake. Do it all again.” Enjoyed the subtlety, too, of the background sounds.
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Thank you, Susan. This was fun to write and record!
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I’ll bet!
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I am at a loss for words to describe how much I love this poem. I might have to write a poem about it!!! This is just magnificent, Robert! Thank you, thank you, thank you.
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Thanks, Bob. I hope you do write a poem about it! I’d love to see what you do with it.
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I have a wonderful little collection of books on cursing in a number of the world’s languages. English, however, being such a promiscuous language, has borrowed heavily from most of them and has untold riches there.
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Now that’s a collection worth noting!
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This is a poem by an actual poet–the real thing. You could put Okaji in a zoo with a little sign saying, Poet. This is a man living life as a poet in the same way that a lemur, say, lives life as a lemur. There’s another moral here: careful, there’s a poet in the room–Okaji. Everything is fair game for him to make poetry of.
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The sign would likely say “Rapidly Aging Poet.” On the way to work a few days ago I stopped to get a bagel and was given a “senior discount.” I was unaware that such existed at this establishment. But now they’ve opened the floodgates! As for poetry, I truly do believe that everything is fair game. How can it not be? The world is infinitely fascinating.
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HA! Yes!
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This poem is so funny and so freaking real and so inventive. So many wonderful turns of phrase. So many unexpected and delightful observations. It’s just magnificient. Love, love, love this.
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That would be magnificent. LOL. Though, come to think of it, I kinda like the sound of magnificient.
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Magnificient does have a certain ring to it! I
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Loved this poem! 🙂
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I’m so pleased you felt that way. Thank you.
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So much to love here. Again and again in this poem, Master Okaji turns a conventional phrase to some delightful, surprising new use, and this alchemy, of course, is what great poets do generally–they redeliver the world to us by helping us to see it again, which makes this a perfect celebration of National Poetry Month. (There is, I suppose, no month that is not poetry month in the life of Sensei Okaji.) The poem is so quotable that I’ll be doing that again and again. I dearly love his throwing in Pound’s “make it new” between dismembering things and fearing no bridges (two ways, lol, to make it new). Lots of great advice here, too. One needs to gather courtesies, for example, for the reason Eliot gave: “These fragments I have shored against my ruin.” This is one of those magnificent poems that I shall remember (and use) at odd moments–when the moon is pulling at my personal tides, for example. And yes, I remember (and it kills me to do this) the freckles on my first love’s breast, and this is just one way in which this poem breaks my heart over and over again as I read it. It’s freaking exquisite. In Japanese, the sound tsuki means both moon and thrust, as in the thrusting of the blade of an assassin.
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I agree, there is so much to love in this poem. Immediately the first line made me laugh – “learn to curse in three languages”; so much said/implied with that line. “Read bones, read leaves, read the dust on shelves and commit to memory a thousand discarded lines.” Any writer can relate to that! “Turn around instead of right.” “Murder your darlings and don’t get caught.” This was another line that made me laugh out loud; a line to imply so much more than the actual words on the page 🙂 “Know nothing, but know it well.” Thank you for a poem that is tongue in cheek but has deep meaning, too. Robert speaks to the reality of the roadblocks facing a poet but I felt he also gives hope with this poem. It was entertaining, memorable, and put a smile on my face 🙂
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Robert,
I am in love with this poem. It is truth rolling with a playful puppy.
These are my favorite lines,
but covet your minutes alone and handle with bare hands
only those snakes you know. Mourn the kindling you create
and toast each new moon as if it might be the last one
to tug your personal tides. When driving, sing with the radio.
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Thank you, Ali! I’m grateful that the poem resonates. The lines are all taken from life. Even the most ordinary of lives provides poetry!
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Know nothing, but know it well…
if only the world operated on that assumption. (K)
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Some people are reluctant to admit they don’t know…
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Too many, sadly. I won’t mention any names.
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Ha! Neither will I!
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Haha, Robert. This poem looks and sounds like home to many of us, I’m sure.
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I seem to spend a lot of time there!
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