
This week let’s write a philosophical poem. The trick is not to make it too abstract. Post your concrete example in the comments below.
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
I decided to post mine on my blog. Here it is: https://prolificpulse.blog/2019/03/18/the-golden-mean-i-think-i-got-an-a/
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | March 18, 2019, 1:23 PMGreat work! Quite Meaningful.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 18, 2019, 8:10 PMThank You!
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | March 19, 2019, 2:23 AMConcrete philosophy…. Life is a paradox, and that just makes my head hurt!
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Posted by JeanMarie | March 18, 2019, 6:12 PMJust like abstract athletics: no pain, no gain, right?
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 18, 2019, 8:12 PMI’m out of my depth with the abstract athletics! No pain – ever!
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Posted by JeanMarie | March 18, 2019, 10:22 PMVery much like Lisa’s poem. I can only get impressions from philosophy, not so much understand it, but I do like reading it. I’ve especially liked the impression I get from Husserl’s “the phenomenological reduction.” I’ve always liked reading about that. Still, I just get impressions:
In Spring at the Sea Walk
“Go back to the things themselves”
–Edmund Husserl
I’m on the sensible horizon
of a wonderful physical canvas,
a technicolored painting of ocean
that changes but remains the same.
The boats that pass belong here, even after
they pass. The blackbird on the “Np Swimming —
Rip Currents” sign, which, at high tide, sticks out
of the waves on its two poles, belongs there
even after it’s flown away.
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Posted by Steve Croft | March 19, 2019, 12:49 PMGreat first line. I love a sensible horizon.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 19, 2019, 4:57 PMindeed, Sensible horizon!
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Posted by JeanMarie | March 20, 2019, 8:12 AM