Pif Magazine
ISSN: 1094-2726
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And we write of our shells as if they are
something in which to take pride as well
as shelter.
Her lyrics are written in English
then translated into French
so they can be sung.
His words sound as if they've been
translated from German (knowing
life is too short to speak German).
My fragments are assembled
with connective tissue
and homemade glue
so don't speak to me of your profit
and loss statements and I won't
tell you about my new favorite book
or band and we may sit and talk
about our souls
or sit in silence until one of us
explodes in righteous anger
ignited by the red and green
Christmas lights that are missing
bulbs but are still burning
from municipal lampposts
at four in the morning
on February 17th.
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Where can we go
to find a place
where it's quiet enough
to hear the rhythm
of silent words?
Not here. It's definitely
not here.
Maybe that's why
too many poets are coming
from prairies and mountains
these days
where they can hear
the beat of words
without the overlay of these rhythms
of machine or man.
Engines are OK.
Trains are better,
but you can't read verse
in the middle of screaming crosstalk
from those accustomed to vying
for audible space in a white kitchen
with the T.V. blasting.
You and I write poems not because we love
words, but because we hate
them, and want to put them
in their place.
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Born in Philadelphia in 1955 and holding a degree
in history from Rutgers, R. Mumma has worked in publishing
since 1980, having co-written four books of humor and young
adult fiction (all out-of-print but still listed at Amazon.com
under the name "Rick Mumma"). "A Mission Statement" is his first published poem.
In Mumma's words:
This poem is best described (only after reading
it back to myself) as a letter to another poet,
or a friend, trying to use only the words that
matter most.
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