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“Night Fire Road”…..

September 30, 2018

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(Watercolor done by JKB to illustrate “Night Fire Road”)

 

NIGHT FIRE ROAD

Sharp right into mystery,

Down black macadam churning

The guts and apprehension,

Pot-holed surface falling

Either side into waterlogged ditches.

Hurtling towards a tunnel

Of dark, smothering trees,

Deep in the mountain.

This is Night Fire Road

Spiraling down and up

Like the dark flames of its name.

Tires dumped in the tar of night

Maybe a car or two

Stolen, torched,

Liquor bottles christening the

Games of drunken fools.

Maybe it was meant

To be named for foxfire—

Bioluminescence come down from

The borders of Heaven

A gleaming fool’s gold

Only appearing at night

To tease greed and imagination.

Or perhaps it was named

For the illicit meetings

Of furtive lovers

Who shun daylight

And go enflame passion on

Night Fire Road.

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2017

“Night Fire Road”….and a note on Poetry Criticism.

December 5, 2013
"Night Fire Road", janekohut-bartels, watercolor, 2010

“Night Fire Road”, janekohut-bartels, watercolor, 2010

 

 

Recently I have been asked by a small literary group to do a ongoing piece on Poetry Criticism. (Not by dversepoets, just for clarity here.)  It is something that strikes fear in most writers/poets.  As I struggle to get my head around this issue, I look at my own work over the past seven years and try to see either a common thread, or theme.  Except in some groupings, there isn’t any.  This makes it a bit harder, but then again, I am only reading seven years of work.  I’m in for the long haul.

The dissection and  learning of a poem is only helped by an anthropological approach to the poet. We generally write from our experience, except in cases where we don’t.  I think of Robert Frost: there is no doubt that his farming, his New England living, his constant working with the earth (and poultry, stones, which are plentiful in New England fields…) lay the basis for his decades of poems.  One reviewer said that he “learned more about farming from his poems, and farming life, than anything else about poetry”.  Perhaps that is even more interesting.   But the point of poetry criticism is growth.  And people are put off, fearful of the word ‘criticism’.  There is a  very stupid (to me) position in poetry circles that poetry can’t be criticized. That it is so subjective that a reader can’t and shouldn’t criticize.  This position lends to much crap written in the name of poetry. We all have read some. …and most likely, written it, too.  Poetry is held by the same ‘laws’ that any literature is.   In fact, though, because of certain pecadillos of poetry, it gets a pass on some things….lol. 

I am looking for a ‘voice’ in what I am reading….I will look for that particular voice in the poets that I will be reviewing.  I think it is possible very early on to develop that, though I have been told by one oppressive writer that it isn’t. But he was NOT a poet.  Perhaps poetry, since it should and must be read aloud, a reader should feel the words and sounds in the throat.  After all, it’s a vocal command, and to me….poetry is music…is just singing.

Lady Nyo

 

NIGHT FIRE ROAD

 

 

Sharp right into mystery

Down black macadam churning

Guts and fear

Pot-holed surface falling

Either side into waterlogged ditches,

Hurtling towards a tunnel

Of dark, smothering trees

Deep in the mountain.

– 

This is Night Fire Road

Spiraling down and up

Like the dark flames of its name.

 

Tires dumped in the tar of night

Maybe a car or two

Stolen, torched,

Liquor bottles christening the

Games of drunken fools.

 

Maybe it was meant

To be named for foxfire—

Bioluminescence come down from

The borders of Heaven

A gleaming fool’s gold

Only appearing at night

To tease greed and imagination.

– 

Or perhaps it was named

For the illicit meetings

Of furtive lovers

Who shun daylight

And go inflame passion on

Night Fire Road.

 

 

 Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2013

“Night Fire Road” for OneShotPoetry

November 16, 2010

"Night Fire Road", janekohut-bartels, watercolor, 2010

This is my submission for this week  OneShotPoetry.  I was putting myself to sleep with all the pastoral poems so I thought I would try something a bit…..sharper.

This poem was recently written during a trip to the North Georgia mountains, an escape from the gulag that Atlanta can so become.

“Night Fire Road” will be included in “White Cranes of Heaven”, soon to be published.

The painting was of this year, but not done for the poem.  It just seemed to fit.

Lady Nyo

NIGHT FIRE ROAD

Sharp right into mystery,

Down cracked macadam

Churning the guts,

Pot-holed surface falling

Either side to waterlogged ditches.

Hurtling towards a tunnel

Of dark, smothering trees,

Deep in the mountain.

This is Night Fire Road

Spiraling down and up

Like the dark flames of its name.

Tires dumped in the tar of night

Maybe a car or two

Stolen, torched,

Liquor bottles christening the

Games of drunken fools.

Maybe it was meant

To be named for foxfire—

Bioluminescence come down from

The borders of Heaven

A gleaming fool’s gold

Only appearing at night

To tease greed and imagination.

Or perhaps it was named

For the illicit meetings

Of furtive lovers

Who shun daylight

And go inflame passion on

Night Fire Road.

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2010


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