"The Unicorn Is Found," tapestry, 16th century, Paris.‘The Threads’ by Evan Mantyk The Society December 3, 2018 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 13 Comments on the state of poetry today I see the threads have all aligned __In a patchwork tapestry That seemed at first all but resigned __To the death of poetry. The colors of the patchwork poems, __Splendid though each of them seems, Are mismatched swaths cut off from homes, __Fraying fast at shoddy seams. A patch shows stream of consciousness __(Barely can I read this one). Another stitched vacuousness __Boldly, yet without rhyme’s fun. And all of them go their own way, __Self-expressing endlessly Unmeasured words in grim array, __Wove in patterns tastelessly. Yet from this mess I can make out __Golden threads as thin as air, More potent than what is about, __Grossly scattered everywhere. These threads are straight, invincible, __Tempered over times gone by. Their discipline’s immutable, __Colored in tradition’s dye. They move at once, each with a force __Greater than this age has known, And put the tapestry on course __For an image to be sewn That brings together every piece __Willing to be brought in line, And bunches them into a crease __Firmly held in hands divine. That’s what I see as threads align __In a patchwork tapestry That seems to show a grand design __For the rise of poetry. Evan Mantyk is President of the Society and teaches English literature and history in the Hudson Valley region of New York. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 13 Responses David Hollywood December 3, 2018 As I started this poem my heart sank with reflections we all have about the demise of poetic structure, but was then uplifted by the representation and knowledge it contained that the cause is still there for those of us who wish and work towards seeing the best techniques preserved. Poem’s such as this keep us flying. Many thanks. Reply Amy Foreman December 3, 2018 Inspiring. Thank you, Evan. Reply Joseph Tessitore December 3, 2018 May it be so, and may we all contribute our little golden threads. Great vision and an even better poem. Reply Michael Dashiell December 3, 2018 At first I thought it was a claim against the loose and scattered nature of free verse, no definite structure, rhythm or rhyme but you seem to seek to praise it in the end. Reply James Sale December 3, 2018 Excellent work, Evan: there is an element of the prophetic in your poetry, which is a very important tradition not many venture to achieve. Shelley powerfully had that vatic sense, but too many weak imitators in the C19th led to its demise and replacement with dystopian prose – both fiction, and pseudo-poetry – prose masquerading as poetry. I like the development of the weaving/tapestry theme, so appropriate again to poetry, as poetry is a ‘making’. Thanks for this. Reply David Paul Behrens December 3, 2018 A great poem with an outstanding metaphor, reflecting the rise of the modern day, free form, stream of consciousness style of poetry which started with the Beat poets, such as Ginsberg and Ferlinghetti, described by Truman Capote as typing, not writing. Let us hope the classical style of rhymed and structured poetry forms the tapestry of poetry going forward. Reply Evan Mantyk December 3, 2018 Thank you all for your comments! I suppose the poem can be interpreted in more than one way, but the rough meaning was that under the general umbrella term “poetry” is a complete, if spectacular, mess of verse today, primarily free verse. The threads are the same as the golden threads mentioned, which are those traditional poets left who are coming together and saving the idea of poetry and, in their own way, our civilization. It is a sort of ode to the Society’s poets and a thank you to everyone who has contributed. Reply David Watt December 4, 2018 You inspirational poem could not have chosen a more appropriate metaphor than threads to describe poetry as it stands today. Let us hope that the golden threads continue to gain greater recognition as being superior in lustre and composition. Reply Joseph Tessitore December 4, 2018 And may we never unravel! Reply Dylan December 4, 2018 Poignant poem Evan. Reply Damian Robin December 4, 2018 Thanks Evan. I think you have a good overview of how the threads are lining up (threads like lines of verse). You see so many attempts and successes as editor of a very open poetry site. As always, finely crafted and booming. I hope we can all continue our contributions to the, at present, mini-tradition of this site and the few others achieving similar success; and that our effect bubbles or erupts out into the wider world. Reply Rajendra Singh Baisthakur December 7, 2018 A great poem that deals with the life and “death of poetry”. It is vain to fit poetry into any frame work. Deep thought or feeling takes its own expression and way of expression — “self expressing endlessly”. The image of weaving and the metaphor of golden threads illustrates that poetry is a result not only of inspiration but of craft too. Apparent “patchwork tapestry” may really be “a grand design for the rise of poetry”. Reply Shari Jo LeKane December 10, 2018 Keep the faith, Evan. Diamonds in the rough…. Reply Leave a Reply to Evan Mantyk Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.