Ars Poetica

Thinking of poetry
I recall 2 books
favorites from years past,
each consists of Bill Moyers'
interviews
with various poets...
These poets speak
of the writing life,
their musings on the "meaning"
of poetry
and share other insights
on this, the "spooky" art-
(was it Mailer who coined the term?)
The titles, "Fooling with Words"
and, "The Language of Life"
can well be ars poeticas
answering the enigmatic question,
"What is poetry?"
But somehow,
I feel
there is more,
that poetry is largely undefinable...
And so, I contemplate
this,
my experiences with poetics and poetry
remembering
anecdotes,
gleanings from history
and these are lessons-
all.
One memory comes from my
reading
from "Out of Africa"
and the recitation in Swahili,
of verse, completely nonsensical,
to Kikuyo tribesmen unfamiliar with poetry.
Still, their response was absolute
delight,
thus they repeated
"Speak like rain."
"Speak like rain..."
And I wonder are we all
possessed by a core
recognition,
a spark awakened upon hearing poetry-
with its rhythms and rhyme
assonance and alliteration...?
Regarding the Kikuyo,
did their reference to
rain
imply that which is soothing,
life-giving
refreshing?
Somehow I am sure...
And I wonder too,
are poets, (as all artists) truly
"the antenna of their race"
(to quote Pound)
suggesting we are some sort of conduit
of the society
in which we live...
Further thoughts turn
to the Beats-
and their innovative fire,
to the compact wisdom of,
Li Po
Basho
of haiku in general-
an excerpt of nature,
like a tiny "aha" moment
a literary snapshot of the sublime...
And I think also of samizdat
writings
the desperation yet fervor
of its authors,
the urgency, vitality of each line...
And Flor y Canto of the Aztecs,
the original,
and the centuries later Chicano
publication
of the same name...
I acknowledge too,
an element of the sacred
which lives in each poem
and that this was known
by the Greeks,
by the poet-king,
Netzacoatl.
Yes, the ancients recognized,
(even as indigenous people today)
the connection
between poetry and song
poetry and prayer...
And this is a concentrated
potion, poetry
of emotion and experience
it is born of Lorca's duende-
a paradox of exhilaration and frustration
both blessing and curse.
Poetry is known to all cultures
it is ever reinventing itself,
springing up in new venues,
forms
thus, we have our contemporary 
bards
proclaiming their sentiments and thoughts
at slams and campuses
workshops, open mics-
on a sea of podiums...
But poetry also exists
in dismal places-
like shelters and slums
prisons and refugee camps
it is necessary and affirming
a bearing witness-
sometimes the only evidence left of-
hope..
As Roque Dalton said, "Poetry, like bread is for everyone."
And throughout millennia
there have always been those
compelled to write,
there will continue to be poets as long as humans
possess the ability to think and feel,
as long as literacy remains
this beautiful art,
poetry
will survive.