“Of
course a poem is a two-way street. No poem is any good if it doesn't suggest to
the reader things from his own mind and recollection that he will read into it,
and will add to what the poet has suggested.” – James Laughlin
Born
in Pittsburgh, PA, in November of 1914, Laughlin founded New Directions
Publishing and authored 16 bestselling books of poetry (more than 1,200 poems).
Recipient of the National Book Award
Program’s “Distinguished Contribution to American Letters Award,” he also was
honored by The Academy of American Poets with creation of the “James Laughlin Award,”
presented annually to honor a poet’s second book. For Saturday’s Poem, from The Collected
Poems of James Laughlin, here is,
What The Pencil Writes
Often when I go out I
put in my coat pocket
some paper and a pencil
in case I want to
write something down
well there they are
wherever I go and as
my coat moves the pencil
writes by itself
a kind of gibberish
hieroglyphic which I
often think as I undress
at night & take
out those papers with
nothing written on
them but strange and
meaningless marks is
the story of my life.
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