FRISKY TUNES, Poems by Robert Joe Stout
Frisky Tunes
Flutter Press, 2016
Poetry’s flirtations with magic have aroused comparisons and commentaries since thoughts and experiences first emerged into language. Magic, but not black magic, mysterious and occult, but an everydayness magic, like a trout’s sudden leap over white water rapids, a smiling response from a person in a subway, the jagged flash of lightning during a summer storm. Poetry’s magic is instantaneous, a spark transmitted by the putting together of a few words, a descriptive phrase, an arrangement of sounds. The essence transmitted may last forever or disappear almost instantaneously but it is/was there, a vital experience, emotional, intellectual, humorous, sad.
Touches of magic occurred in the writing of these poems, sometimes captured, sometimes elusive, just beyond words’ gasp. It is hoped that in reading them glimmerings of that magic will appear, connections beyond the mere shapes of letters and rumblings of sound.
Flutter Press, 2016
Poetry’s flirtations with magic have aroused comparisons and commentaries since thoughts and experiences first emerged into language. Magic, but not black magic, mysterious and occult, but an everydayness magic, like a trout’s sudden leap over white water rapids, a smiling response from a person in a subway, the jagged flash of lightning during a summer storm. Poetry’s magic is instantaneous, a spark transmitted by the putting together of a few words, a descriptive phrase, an arrangement of sounds. The essence transmitted may last forever or disappear almost instantaneously but it is/was there, a vital experience, emotional, intellectual, humorous, sad.
Touches of magic occurred in the writing of these poems, sometimes captured, sometimes elusive, just beyond words’ gasp. It is hoped that in reading them glimmerings of that magic will appear, connections beyond the mere shapes of letters and rumblings of sound.