ㅁ The thing about these daily poems, you see, is sometimes they're alright, and sometimes not.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #1346 “Winter’s not over yet”
ㅁ Again some snow has stippled frozen ground; again the sky broods gray and hides the sun.
Caveat: Poem #1345 “Parataxis”
ㅁ With paratactic words, I shall proceed: the rain returns; I sip some coffee now.
Caveat: Poem #1344 “Slow photons”
ㅁ The light lingers late, but the cold remains. There is a kind of lag from sun to warmth.
Caveat: Poem #1343 “Unfinished business”
ㅁ The winter had unfinished business here. It tossed out falling flakes of snow with wind.
Caveat: Poem #1342 “The deck is stacked in time’s favor”
ㅁ The trees put up resistance, fighting time with outspread branches. Still, old time will win.
Caveat: Poem #1341 “Fighting beasts”
ㅁ The ideologies began a feud, and stalked each other through the icy wood. They leapt small streams and danced from stone to stone, but failed to solve the wheel of human pain.
Caveat: Published
The book is now “live”. Link to Amazon.
This is the first volume, subtitled “Mostly in Korea.” The poems included are through July 21st, 2018, when I left Korea – it seemed a good breaking place. I’ll put together another volume, subtitled “Mostly in Alaska” for poems written subsequently.
I would like to be clear – I would be very pleased if people bought my book. But owning a book is a kind of fetish object, and if you’re simply interested in reading the poems, please don’t feel obligated to give me (and Amazon Corporation!) money. The poems are all freely available online. You’ll have to go back in time to the first page (highest numbered) to see them in chronological order, since the blog format provides them in most-recent-first order.
I made very few changes to them in making the book (mostly in the area of formatting), and that was intentional – I want the “free versions” to still be “canon.”
Caveat: Poem #1340 “Weird is okay”
ㅁ Is Linux really weird as people think? I guess it is. My weirdness makes me glad.
Caveat: Not for Resale
I received the “galley proof” for my book today. This is really the last step before the book can go “live” on Amazon. I clicked “publish” for the text, and now must await the censors’ approval (the corporate censors, making sure there’s no content in the book that violates Amazon’s terms-of-use). By the end of the week, I expect my book will be for sale online.
Caveat: Poem #1339 “Unexpected events”
ㅁ I pulled the baby tree up by its roots. I put it in the ground again nearby. The tree perhaps was stunned by such events. But life adapts to things. The rain still fell.
Caveat: Poem #1338 “The sacred text”
ㅁ He knelt down, worshipping the words themselves - a selfless act of epeolatry.
Caveat: Poem #1337 “The road untraveled”
ㅁ No person walked that road bestrewn with holes, nor stumbled on the stones awaiting there.
Caveat: Poem #1336 “Immolation of the self”
Caveat: Poem #1335 “Gone viral”
Caveat: Poem #1334 “Waiting underground”
Caveat: Poem #1333 “The lost continent”
Caveat: Poem #1332 “Ladderlove”
ㅁ His love of ladders overtook all else: Affections which beclouded reasoned thought.
Caveat: Poem #1331 “Ad hoc cartographies”
ㅁ The lines suggested forests, cities, roads. In fact they traced mere cracks in melting ice.
Caveat: Poem #1330 “The world alive with meanings”
ㅁ The wind attacked us in the afternoon while questing down the road to stretch its arms. The grayish skies were roiled with nature's doubts, and angry trees danced signs upon the hills.
Caveat: Poem #1329 “The concretization of mere words”
ㅁ A click - and so it was my book became not just a text onscreen, but paper stuff.
Caveat: Poem #1328 “Arboreal bureaucracy”
ㅁ The trees were gathered, put on lengthy lists, their reachings inventoried, nothing missed.
Caveat: Poem #1327 “Where the stars are”
ㅁ Before the dawn I saw the looming stars up north above the sleeping mountain there.
Caveat: Poem #1326 “Gilgamesh wrestles the bull”
ㅁ I wrestled mightily with my machine, in hopes of making websites great and small. The errors stayed the same despite my wants, and finally I slept and dreamed in code.
Caveat: Poem #1325 “A transitory trust”
ㅁ With dreams you trust the patterns that you see. The meanings thrust themselves across your mind. You wonder at the things appearing there. At last they fade and morning shakes your soul.
Caveat: Poem #1324 “The golem at the controls”
ㅁ the form of things precedes perception their reception thus then leads to done deeds
Caveat: Poem #1323 “Pwyll’s regrets”
ㅁ The dark surrounded the place. I stepped out. I thought about my long chase. But sadness filled my mind's space.
Caveat: Poem #1322 “Approaching an equinox with wide-open eyes”
ㅁ During these recent mornings, the sun's path, its orbit's math, is changing, it reaches my eyes, shining.
Caveat: Poem #1321 “Apprehending the world around us”
ㅁ Ice paved the beaches. The sun attempted to climb. A strong breeze crept through.
Caveat: Poem #1320 “And nothing was said”
ㅁ Dream-sung humming root echoes silent, among my lives, while multitudes - he devours the soul, dances helplessly, chained to the past by what he said. I the variable in some universe determined by a fraction of time. Beyond is within, a skeletoned beach with rough velvet sand. This dream I'd had kissed my dream with pain, and the gentle wrenching strength tore tears from my eyes, and left me empty. It was not right that she was there, she would not leave, but stared the angry challenge of a stranded tiger, sad and - - - alone. I was alone. I never said anything, and she didn't either, and ...
– a free-form poem. This poem is another “guest post” from my distant past. I found it handwritten on an undated loose sheet of paper among my many old papers. Based on the style of my handwriting (which has changed often over the years) and the type of paper, I believe this was written around 1984 or early 1985. I have copied it without editing, though I didn’t retain my idiosyncratic capitalization of the epoch. In fact this poem is about a repeating dream I had all through my teens and early 20’s which I still vividly remember.
Caveat: Book of Caveat: Poem
I’ve mentioned this to a few people, but here it comes more “officially.”
I’ve decided to publish my daily poems.
At first, I was going to publish some kind of collection, but on reflection, I’ve decided it’s both easier and more gratifying to just publish all of them, and quality be damned. In today’s publishing environment, where anyone can publish anything, I still think I meet higher criteria than many.
I’ll have “Volume 1: Mostly in Korea” on Amazon in a few days. Meanwhile, I’m asking for last-minute feedback regarding the manuscript. Below is a “cut-and-paste” of the introduction, and the full .PDF manuscript is available here (link).
In 2016, I began writing a poem every day. Prior to that, and back to my adolescence, I had written poetry occasionally. In 2004 I had started a blog (caveatdumptruck.com); a brush with cancer in 2013 rearranged my hopes and dreams. Those factors induced new efforts at creative writing. A friend of mine had noticed a few of my poems on that daily blog, and had given me positive feedback. In particular, he liked my poems in the “nonnet” form, and so he off-handedly challenged me to write one every day. Or perhaps I challenged myself, while in conversation with him – I don’t actually recall.
By the end of 2016 I was reliably publishing a “daily poem” on my blog, and I have done so ever since without fail. Many of these poems aren’t so great – when you hold yourself to such a pace of production, quality inevitably suffers. Most of them are quite short – I often will just slap together something I call a “pseudo-haiku” if time is short or I feel uninspired.
Over a long period, however, quality seems to emerge from the quantity. My first impulse was to try to put together a “selection” of these daily blog-poems for publication, but the more I thought about it, the more I reached the conclusion that in today’s internet-mediated literary environment, this served no practical purpose. Given how the technology and business of publishing work nowadays, nothing is to prevent me from first publishing my “Collected Works” (as grandiose as that feels) and then only later publishing whatever selections or excerpts I might choose. In fact, all the poems here are already published, anyway – just in “blog” form.
These poems often reflect the moment of life that I am in at the moment of writing. Through the first two years, I was living in South Korea and working as a teacher. The poetry reflects that lifestyle. Then I moved to rural Alaska, and so subsequent poems reflect that quite different lifestyle. Throughout, my various interests emerge: philosophy, nature, literature, Zen Buddhism. My prior life as a student of Spanish Literature also shows up – a number of these poems are in Spanish. I only occasionally offer translations, and ask readers to bear with this linguistic eccentricity. Although my Korean fluency never equaled that of my Spanish, I have thrown in lines of Korean here and there, too – also with only haphazard translation.
This collection is titled “Caveat: Poem” after the typical heading used in my blog (where from the start, in 2004, all entries begin with the word “Caveat:”). When I started numbering my poems, I somewhat arbitrarily and retroactively numbered them back through the blog to around 2009. However, all but the first thirty or so poems are from a daily poem-writing habit that can be precisely dated to having begun on August 12, 2016.
For convenience, I have divided this collection into two volumes, based on my time living in Korea (“Volume 1: Mostly in Korea”) and my time living in Alaska (“Volume 2: Mostly in Alaska”). Given that my daily poem-writing activity continues, I expect more volumes in the future.
In the blog, I have the habit of remarking on the intended genre of the poem afterward, and I have retained those remarks. Occasionally, these genre descriptions included other information about the context or background of the poem. Sometimes I have included these. However, where I feel they cross too far over into autobiography or aimless rambling, I have deleted them. Regardless, please forgive the no doubt sometimes obscure nature of the referents of these poems – in the blog, the context is often more clear because the poems are juxtaposed with other events in my day-to-day life, not to mention pictures, photographs, travelogues, etc.
I’ve also had to compose a “blurb” for this book – the text that appears on the back of the book and also on the Amazon website. Here is my current draft of that:
While living in South Korea between 2007 and 2018, the author maintained a daily internet blog. After surviving cancer in 2013, he returned to an interest in poetry, occasionally publishing poems in that online medium. By the 2016, he was publishing a daily poem, a habit which has continued ever since, including through his relocation to Southeast Alaska in 2018.
This first volume of poems includes those poems written while living in South Korea. Most are quite short, but the poems come in a variety of forms from traditional sonnets and Welsh-style englyns to free verse and what are termed “pseudo-haiku.” Themes range from daily life as an English teacher in South Korea through interests in philosophy, language, culture, storytelling and myth. Observations of the natural world often predominate. As a half-hearted practicing Buddhist, the author often attempts to craft poems that look at the world through a “zen-like” lens. Though a native English speaker, the poet occasionally writes poems in Spanish (having studied Spanish Literature in graduate school) and he has even thrown in fragments of Korean.
So I’m interested in hearing any feedback on content or format – let me know, via comments, here, or via email.
Caveat: Poem #1319 “In the present moment, summer cannot happen”
ㅁ Snow appeared and patches, blue and gray, bestrode the heavens. Trees began to doubt there'd be a future warmed in springtime.
Caveat: Poem #1318 “The house, again”
ㅁ I dream this dream about a magic house that changes shape and shifts its placement too.