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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

The Acrosticist

As an artistic soul, my preferred mode of exposition, or “channel” (if you will) is that of the humble acrostic poem – delicate in composition and nuanced in form, yet thunderously compelling in its pithy shards of wisdom and its striking majuscules. “Was ever mankind graced with nobler format?!” I often find myself crying out unto the night, almost instinctively, shuddering to hear only the jangled echoes of my audacity in response.

When composing my acrostics, I am often overwhelmed by a powerful affinity with poets of the Far East writing in the Tategaki tradition. Like me, they do not succumb to the trappings of a script written in horizontal banality  – rather, we employ the transcendental vertical script, through which the page blossoms, and offers forth a panoply of visions, dreams and music. Occasionally I am moved to pity those who continue to adhere unthinkingly to the left-right convention, unconscious of their own enslavement.

And yet, I should practice a gross deception were I to suggest that this left-right persuasion were without merit. Indeed, the genius of the acrostic form lies in the poetic synergies generated by its embrace of scriptorial poly-directionality, as anyone who has ever read an acrostic poem will tell you. In exactly those terms.

Some see in the literary edifice of the acrostic a fortress of limitations, but in it I see only potential. Every initial chimes with its own poetry – my task is but to clear my head of thoughts, and to listen. Thus I consider myself to be, above all, an interpreter first, and will humbly accept the mantle of poet second.

I shall leave you with a work demonstrating the raw vehemence of which the acrostic poem is capable. In the following composition, drawn from my late 90s “Grundschule” collection, I take as my subject the humble dog; time-old companion of man – bound to man’s fate – complicit in his suffering! Imbuing the very essence of “dog” is a network of aspirations, dependences and contradictions, and yet through the prism of the acrostic, the canine soul is rendered vividly, with fidelity and with flair.

Dogs
Old
Good
Scruffy


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