'Yeah, it's a craft that you learn on the job, <br />don't you think? Like a carpenter learns <br />the ins and the outs of his trade. <br />It's not just puking up your guts, <br />spewing feelings left and right <br />like some demented jamoke! ' <br />Mick said, holding the magazine <br />open so that Celia could read <br />what he was pointing to. <br /> <br />'Oates says here that writing <br />is a craft, it's not an experience <br />like an emotion, ' Celia said. <br />'You know, Mick, some folks <br />think that you're the author <br />of these poems that Malone <br />has been writing using you and me <br />as characters in an ongoing epic <br />poem. They identify you the character <br />with the same name as the author <br />as one and the same person - <br />Have you noticed, Mick? ' <br /> <br />'That's my thought too, though we are <br />the very lifeblood of that narrowback's <br />epic poem in the making, as it were - <br />like a fancy cabinet handcrafted by <br />an expert woodworker in his shop! <br />Neat simile that, eh? ' Mick quipped.<br /><br />Michael Pruchnicki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crafting-poems/
