Cool little poem, thanks, Karan, Bob! Yeah, the word nothing says it all here, to me meaning "no-thing" is permanent. Because "things" don't even really exist, but are a refraction of infinite awareness performed by the illusory mind, giving rise to the separate self, others, and the world, methinks. I love the "kiss them for a year" part too, which, like the temporary limitation of awareness known as "me" or "you," complies with the mental construct of time, and therefore could never be "permanent." An insightful poem, to be sure. Thanks for turning us on to it! <3
Thanks for introducing the poetry of Bob Hicok to me. I went on to watch, thanks to the internet, several videos of him reading his own work and that of others. Best to all of youse out there poetry land and Kapoor's world.
From a technical stance: a wonderful miniature example of when the frequently suspect adverb can be trusted to add something. Something about them modifying two verbs at once, as well as the music of the 'L's makes it sensual rather that pricks up the inner and the outer ear, w/o seeming redundant.
Cool little poem, thanks, Karan, Bob! Yeah, the word nothing says it all here, to me meaning "no-thing" is permanent. Because "things" don't even really exist, but are a refraction of infinite awareness performed by the illusory mind, giving rise to the separate self, others, and the world, methinks. I love the "kiss them for a year" part too, which, like the temporary limitation of awareness known as "me" or "you," complies with the mental construct of time, and therefore could never be "permanent." An insightful poem, to be sure. Thanks for turning us on to it! <3
Thank you for reading, Bobby, and this wonderful comment which I resonate with. Cheers!
Thanks for introducing the poetry of Bob Hicok to me. I went on to watch, thanks to the internet, several videos of him reading his own work and that of others. Best to all of youse out there poetry land and Kapoor's world.
You’re very welcome, Paul. Thank you for your readership. I really do love Bob’s poems more than I’ve ever loved any other’s.
From a technical stance: a wonderful miniature example of when the frequently suspect adverb can be trusted to add something. Something about them modifying two verbs at once, as well as the music of the 'L's makes it sensual rather that pricks up the inner and the outer ear, w/o seeming redundant.
I love how attentive you are to the craft, James! Thank you for your readership.