Monday, July 11, 2011

Yoga, by Miroslav Holub

Welcome back to Poetry Crossfire!, where on today's show a pair of Northampton poets twist themselves into new asanas over the poetry of a Czech immunologist. Namaste!

Our guests:

Emily Pettit is the author of two chapbooks How (Octopus Books) and What Happened to Limbo (Pilot Books). Her first full-length book, Goat in the Snow, is forthcoming from Birds LLC. She lives in Northampton, MA where she is publisher of jubilat.

Mark Leidner is the author of several chapbooks including The Night Of 1000 Murders and a book of aphorisms, The Angel in the Dream of Our Hangover. He lives in Western Massachusetts.

The poem:

by Miroslav Holub

All poetry is about
five hundred degrees centigrade.

Poems, though, differ in combustibility.
Those soaked in spirits
catch fire first.

What would they be without their disease.
The disease is their health.

They burn, straw dummies,
they don't read Nietzsche,
what doesn't kill you
tempers you.

They smolder.
They sizzle.
And yet only a bad yogi
burns his feet
on hot coals.

Ready, set, crossfire!

Emily Pettit: Holub said this and he also said,

in A Boy’s Head –

There is much promise
in the circumstance
that so many people have heads.

- Heads like poems
are capable of combustion.

It is hot in our heads.

Mark Leidner: This poem seems to be saying something like "Poetry is a powerful fire..." and "Play with the fire..." and "You won't get burned if you're good enough..."

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