. . . [P]oems live through the exercise of the shared humanity among and between poets and readers. You, the Reader, play a critical role in the life of . . . a poem . . . [Poetry] transcends its author’s autobiography when it manages to articulate a space where different readers will feel a variety of emotional responses to the same words . . . because each reader bears a different set of memories.
Introduction to Poetry, Bold Words
There was a time when photography played a vital role in my life. It took the place of the written fancy. It created myriads of worlds with its selective eye. What I wouldn’t / couldn’t articulate found my unvoiced notions unfurled in images caught by my roaming eye selecting flowers for my grief, a mood shot soothing some unfelt frenzy, prompting phrases and prophesying insights arrived at thirty, forty years hence.
A poem is mystery created from seemingly nothing, whimsical in its invitation to set down images offered by a call beyond logic. A poem arrives in syncopating syllabic measures morphing into new language and when read or performed transforms reader and audience into citizens of a discovered country. One may be awakened by the uncanny ability of an unknown persona carving out one’s fossilized injury and healing it under sunlight.
This issue is the third in a series of Poetry Implosion combining created forms and images framed in a page inviting you the reader to seconds’ worth of absorbing poetry and being absorbed by it (Tabios, Bold Words). If the sense of being absorbed locks you into days of pondering, it is the only mission we’ve set out to accomplish.
I myself have been locked into this pondering: In the act of sorting out images to create a collage, was our intrepid Art Director aware of “sculpting” into life the feel and scent in these lines from T.S. Eliot’s Little Gidding V: “. . . All manner of things shall be well / When the tongues of flame are in-folded / Into the crowned knot of fire / And the fire and the rose are one."
The universe created for you in the following pages come from various poets who have “tinkered into being” the state of affinity that begets understanding—that sense of being understood which we all yearn for because in some unexplainable way, in their works, these poets slip into our skin and hollow us out. They have given us eyes to see. To experience the quiet miracle of creation.
And last but not least, we raise a glass to toast the image-takers whose works are poetry in themselves, we thank you, Hansel Lee... James Miho...Lia Chang...and Carlene Sobrino Bonnivier.