Sketches From Mexico

By Nathan Payne | pablosmoglives | 28 Apr 2021

I don’t write poems anymore.  I used to write an epic poem on occasion, as an act of artistic intent.  The Stumblefish album contains 2 or 3 long, psychedelic garbage poems.  I have written many poems.  But I don’t sit down to write poems anymore.  It’s never a goal, or an end in itself.  The poem has become the means to the end, the road leading home.  Poetry has become a transient event for me.

I don’t live in the poem anymore, in the same way I no longer live in the car, or the van.  I don’t inhabit the vehicle.  I ride it toward the destination.

Whether poetry is a language device that has been elevated to an art form, or an art form that has been reduced to a language device, I do not know.

It’s both, of course.  But there is a reason I have gone from intentionally writing numerous long poems about big events to accidentally writing short ones about small ones, and I’m having a hard time explaining it.

Suffice it to say, this isn’t Dante’s InfernoParadise Lost, or even Bukowski.  It’s a cheap bag of magic marbles, a tiara from the thrift store, a lucky find on the sidewalk, seen from the corner of your eye at the last minute.

I don’t write poems anymore, I use them to pass the time.  If they don’t turn into songs, I sprinkle them like confetti on my dreams, or arsenic in my coffee, as the case may be.  Here are a few that escaped my brain from Mexico.



From the Preface of Sketches From Mexico, available as an eBook for 99 centavos americanos.


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Nathan Payne
Nathan Payne

I am a songwriter and bandleader who travels the world in search of the golden ticket.


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