Was perusing though Mr. Gibson's blog, and came across a particular passage that struck me as quite poetic.
The nugget, from 1/12/03, on the passing of Tim Leary:

"His very last call consisted of him inviting me to his wake, and assuring me that I'd be "on the A-list". I told him I'd be there, though I knew I wouldn't. I had an abscessed tooth, was scheduled for a root canal, and, besides, I knew he wasn't going to be there. He wouldn't miss me, and I didn't want to go all the way down there just to miss him even more."

It got me thinking, if something is poetic, does that make it poetry? Or, are a few, well-written sentences that inspire thought and nostalgia just that, a few sentences? An argument could be made either way I suppose. For me, it's filled with thought-provoking ideas, from the surreal of someone inviting you to their own wake, a wake having an "A list," the lying for good, and a dental procedure used as a bridge to pre-mourning (and plain mourning).
So, whether it's poetry or not is, of course, subjective--either way I'd like to read more of this style if it exists out there (though I suppose stumbling upon it is more satisfying, and isn't that we're always doing, mining for accidental poetry?)

--Ted

PS--I posed this to a friend who has her MFA in Poetry. I'll post her thoughts if this thread proves to be at all interesting.

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