The Image of Labor
Wage labor holds the missing creativity
of this world.
They are dulled by the regulated
movements of their routine
Their imagination was a
A flowerburst, a jewel colored beetle,
Light spilling through an oak leaf
Shade landing on a boulder
But now a metal sponge, a plastic basin
full of dishes, cleaning chemicals, a toilet
brush.
These are the images that now
take the place of their imaginations
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Ian Mccleary
Poetry is important to my life because it gives me a way of saying things I never imagined were in me. My poems deal with all kinds of subjects, my attitude on today's culture, art, corporations, nature, etc. But these aren't the only things that I write about in my poetry. I don't have a favorite poet, but probably Michael McClure is the poet I have learned the most from, from his readings on YouTube.
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