Laity Lodge has just published their retreat schedule for this summer! What a thrill. To that end, I’d like to share a bit of poetry from one of the speakers who, one day, I hope to meet.
On being told my poetry was found in a broken photocopier By Malcolm Guite
My poetry is jamming your machine
It broke the photo-copier, I’m to blame,
With pictures copied from a world unseen.
My poem is in the works -I’m on the scene
We free my verse, and I confess my shame,
My poetry is jamming your machine.
Though you berate me with what might have been,
You stop to read the poem, just the same,
And pictures, copied from a world unseen,
Subvert the icons on your mental screen
And open windows with a whispered name;
My poetry is jamming your machine.
For chosen words can change the things they mean
And set the once-familiar world aflame
With pictures copied from a world unseen
The mental props give way, on which you lean
The world you see will never be the same,
My poetry is jamming your machine
With pictures copied from a world unseen
Also: A lovely video from Laity Lodge wherein Guite recites his poem.
