Of soap and water, my speech
Would henceforth spume forth
Of pure verse shining
And smelling like a million bucks—
But all that came out of it reeked
Of a foul, wishy-washy tongue that was all
Fucked up and too utterly bankrupt
To strive towards any semblance of upkeep.
Moderator’s comment: Huuk certainly knows his way around the poetic blogosphere— who would have thought he’d latch on to a catchy phrase from Conrad DiDiodato’s comment on a post over at ursprache and work it into a telling commentary on the modern poet’s coming to terms with his/her language predicament—whatever that may be.
In the event the ursprache link is broken, here’s Conrad’s comment on a Seferis quote (“Unimaginable how much patience is needed to see the simplest things. How much patience I need to write a single verse.”):