DWill wrote:OMG--those are words, but as Wordsworth said (not exact quote), "by what species of courtesy can we extend it the name of poetry?" Maybe it's some kind of metrical exercise or is supposed to be a word collage? I always thought a poem needed more than three or four verbs. A preposition or two would be nice as well.
When I made my post it originally included a comment by me, but I decided to nix the quote because I thought that if any reader made sense of the poem I'd reveal myself a dolt. I only posted it because it had a 26 in it and was the only one I could find. Maybe it would have been better to take a pass on 26?!
The poet, one Jackson Mac Low was born in 1922 or I would have suspected him of being a Dada poet (Dadaism is a cultural movement that began in Zurich, Switzerland, during World War I and peaked from 1916 to 1922.[1] "Dada was born out of negative reaction to the horrors of World War I. This international movement was begun by a group of artists and poets associated with the Cabaret Voltaire in Zurich. Dada rejected reason and logic, prizing nonsense, anarchy, irrationality and intuition. wikipedia). It turns out though that I was not too far off in that thought. Here is was Wikipedia has to say about Low.
Jackson Mac Low (September 12, 1922 – December 8, 2004) was an American poet, performance artist, composer and playwright, known to most readers of poetry as a practioneer of systematic chance operations and other non-intentional compositional methods in his work, which Mac Low first experienced in the musical work of John Cage, Earle Brown, and Christian Wolff.
One type of non-intentional composition that he used relied on an algorithm he dubbed "diastic", by analogy to acrostic. He used words or phrases drawn from source material to spell out a source word or phrase, with the first word having the first letter of the source, the second word having the second letter, and so forth, reading through (dia in Greek) the source. During the last 25 years of his life, he often collaborated with Anne Tardos.
Me again (not wiki), systematic chance operations explains the poem to me and it seems again I was not to far off in thinking the poem was meaningless or rather maybe all the meaning is in the method by which the poem was created.