My Intentions Have Been Impure

I realize now that I wanted to be a writer for the wrong reasons.  I wanted to be recognized as something I always thought I was.  I wanted to see my writing published, and acclaimed.  I feel like more recently I haven't been doing it to prove anything to myself, or for the sake of the art of writing itself.  For that I want to apologize to myself, and anyone who may come across this.  The real reason, I believe, that I started this blog, was to share my writing freely, and to remove it from under my shell.  If anyone gets anything from it, then it has served its purpose.


Some Fame Someday
by Matt Catania

When I see a pretty girl

I want her to know I’m in a band

a band she knows the name of

We can go talk about who I am

how great I am

and how when we were in high school

I wasn’t as great as I am now.

I haven’t changed

You haven’t changed

You don’t know that

It’s a shame

I want to see a pretty girl

and impress her with what I do.

I want her to get hot for me

because a million other people

know my name too.

If she’s real cute

I’ll even give her a smile

and make her sweat like I couldn’t do

when no one away from home knew

who I am.

I am the man

thick with fame

who knew everyone with

my name on their brain

gave me game?

 

The Wall

I'm hitting a wall right now.  I don't want to write anything.  Here's another old poem.

The Writer's Creed
by Matt Catania

Before I write
any words


Before I write
I must remember The Writer's Creed:

What I write right now
What I write at this moment
What I write is Perfect
at
this
very
moment

for it cannot be written any other way.


This may not be
The Greatest Poem in the History of Time.


This may not be
Perfect when you read it.


This may be
changed at a later time:


but it was Perfect at the moment it was written;
it was The Greatest Poem in its moment in time;


at
that
very
moment


for it could not be written any other way.

Sampling With Stanza and Meter

One day, possibly, this blog will open up to more people, and lots of different works will be on this - works that will help all involved make some difference in this world we live in.  For now, I am content with putting on work I've made, and some of my favorite poems.  I know it's been a little lopsided, but I will change that soon.  For now, this is my attempt to play with an iambic tetrameter with a Spenserian stanza. 


The Song of 'I'
by Matt Catania

The winds’ first song blows swiftly by.

Its music is so sweet to hear

and steady as a mountain high.

The cool, crisp gust brings eyes to tear-

but others cannot listen here.

They hear each other wail and moan!

Such company betrays the ear:

I like it when I am alone.

It’s far more fair to be alone.

The pairs hold hands and speak in tongues

and softly hold each other close

to feel the heat from lovers lungs.

A sadness fills my heart for those

who settle with that life they chose.

I flee to nature’s dulcet tone

beyond the jagged tongues of foes.

I like it when I am alone.

It’s far more fair to be alone.

But oh- how tender their embrace:

an mmm… the touch of lips: a kiss;

How satisfying love must taste!

A touch of tongue electric; this

excited rush of limpid bliss!

If only they could learn to hone

their hearts to hear… but-  I digress.

It’s just as fair to be alone.

I like it when I am alone.

The wind is all the love I need

(but I can never hold the wind.)

That peace I found is all I need

(but I can never kiss the wind.)

The subtle songs of silence blend

to lesser lovely light unknown!

(forgive my heart, it never sinned…)

- I like it when I am alone.

It’s just as fair to be alone.

The wind could never break my heart

(it doesn’t have a heart to break.)

The peace it brings will never part

(nor does it give a love to take.)

But… tangent love I cannot make

from that content I’ve always known!

(I fear I’ve made a grave mistake…)

I like it that I am alone?!

It’s not as fair to be alone!!!

The pairs, they move along the shore

sublime beneath the twilight sky.

A lonely man finds peace no more –

How slow… the years… they pass me by.

A soft, swift wind, and flask of rye.

The song, it plays a different tone.

The empty requiem of ‘I’:

“I like it that I am alone.

It’s just as fair to be alone.”

 

I Have Put Up Enough Poems

I need to find some other people to put up on this website.  I might as well put up another poem here.  I don't feel like putting up any of my opinions on this, especially about my sound poetry class or my professor, or the people that have infested my classes in every college I've been to.  Yikes.


B_OG
by Matt Catania

What is the Rationale of Verse now?

I have the world at the tips of my fingers

I own the world but the best of it lingers

It dances with Death on the edge of coincidence

Where fate dare not bear the thought of incidence

The Song (Link)

We crank the handle on the phonograph

We tap the lyrics on the telegraph

Pray to God for daddy’s sins upon

your flesh, the ones you brought this on

yourself!

Awake into a dream

where all around you seem

oh so very real

a real you cannot feel

A freedom you cannot touch

Life as such

inside a cloud

Safety so well endowed

What if it all fell down?

Burned to the ground…

What is the Rationale of Verse Abuse?

All of our poems became excessive use

of lackluster ill-gotten effortless dialogue!

No verses, no meters …

Story has to be short.

Longer than a page

Reading becomes a burden –

Make the poem short.