Not too much intensity, <br />said Kay, on the occasion <br />of reading of ‘Crustacean <br />Island.’ The immensity <br />of what surrounds us may <br />make us withdraw and shrink, <br />she said, which made me blink, <br />for I look forward, unlike Kay, <br />to being on an island where <br />the residents aren’t cold, <br />but warm though some are old, <br />flamenco dancing when they dare. <br /> <br />Inspired by a poem Kay Ryan read to Charlie Rose on November 6th,2008, congratulating herself on her brevity and her aversion to intensity. <br /> <br />Crustacean Island <br /> <br />There could be an island paradise <br />where crustaceans prevail. <br />Click, click, go the lobsters <br />with their china mitts and <br />articulated tails. <br />It would not be sad like whales <br />with their immense and patient sieving <br />and the sobering modesty <br />of their general way of living. <br />It would be an island blessed <br />with only cold-blooded residents <br />and no human angle. <br />It would echo with a thousand castanets <br />and no flamencos. <br /> <br /> <br />11/8/08<br /><br />gershon hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-too-much-intensity/
