by Regyna Longlank
Poems are to be eaten. Taken apart, examined, internalized and regurgitated. I have no idea what they mean. I understand what they mean so completely as to have it become my entire world. Every time i read it the meaning changes.
I am very interested in finding out what other people get from the words. It seems like poems are so personal it’s hard to know what to say about them in the way of a comment, but personally I would love to dialog around it. I imagine people putting their interpretations, or saying hey, that one line is amazing but the rest of it is gobb shitte. It’s great when people like the poem, or say it’s great, but what I want to know is how it made you feel. What did you think about when you were reading it, did it make you think of your sister, or a cow you saw in a field riding down the road one day? These are the things I wonder.
Poetry is not a sacred cow. Eat it.
Regyna Longlank
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sometimes when I’m reading your poems I wonder what it was like to be you in the late eighties :) Most of the time I think about growing up female and finding love.
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Well my friend in all honesty not much has changed in the intervening twenty years. I have found the themes I am struggling with in the poems are very pertinent to today and my current life. I am not sure if that is a good sign or not! But I can say it has been very educational to go back and listen to what I had to say to myself back then. I hear me, I see me, and I’m breathing…