“A poem is a little machine for remembering itself” – Don Paterson.
“Perhaps no person can be a poet or can even enjoy poetry without a certain unsoundness of mind” — Thomas Babington Macaulay.
Come, lets log in to this ‘unsoundness of mind’…
There was a time when I used to walk around everywhere with a certain book of poems in my hand.
Titled “I’m a stranger here myself”, it was a collection of poems written by Alden Nowlan, a Canadian poet. I liked his poems so much that I issued an ‘all-points bulletin’ to look out for any or all of his books. And some of my friends from his part of the world, empathized with this unsoundness of mine, managed to hunt high and low, and got me many of his books. All this was a journey of over two decades! How does that sound?
There are many other poets that I like too, but Nowlan was the one who struck a match in my wayward mind, illumining it’s penchant for unsoundness!
And I think the genie escaped the bottle when the new millennium popped up.
And since then, I have tried to make many “a small machine attempting to remember itself”, and the unsoundness made me call these machines as “pomes”…
And now, a collection of these machines, “me first book of pomes”, has been published.
The book is titled “Seahorse in the sky”.
If you like the unsound of it, and are cranky enough to wonder about (and think of laying your hands on) “me first book”, then click here to take you to the book’s page in the publisher’s website…
And just in case you are wondering what a software engineer has to do with poetry, remember the WordPress motto – “Code is Poetry”!