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2004 Writers' Forum
Michael Kloss

Michael Kloss is a twenty-three year old part time college student of philosophy, classic art, literature and the Simpsons; he finds himself the most unlikely character to be found with pen and pad on the Board of Red Sky Poetry Theatre. He would write even if no one paid attention but loves that people do and tries to be as simple and plain spoken as he can in his work.
photo credit:
dean wong
Conversation with Curator Belle Randall
In this interview, recorded March 5, 2004, Michael and Belle discuss composition, memorization, art, faith, performance, and more.
Listen to an excerpt of Michael's reading (MP3)
2:01 / 1.1 MB
For the world is what we make it

This poem is what it is, what it will always be.
An extension of the lead led by my hand across a page
that lay open to what devices I saw fit, to draw your thoughts together.
To quiet for a while the welling within me to react, to create, to empower.
To serve my need to be drawn across the vastness of this world by
the gifts I've been given to share with you

for the world is what we make it, using materials found along the way.
No matter ceases to exist, just lapses through time, molds into something new.
The days roll over on themselves in a process built on lasting improbability.
There are bridges burning in all our lives and the warmth of a smile is always welcome
for the world is what we make it.
We sit in a position response, always in our glass houses in our glass city and
all we seem to know, so often, is how to throw stones.

I am what I am, what I will always be.
An extension of the lead led by hand across a page
that lay open to what devices I saw fit, to draw your thoughts together.

Neither of us should feel sorry for what's come to be, not for you, not for me.
We are faced with each moment
an inciting incident that drives our reaction, creates our emotions;
the beats in our story, a song nearly unheard.
No rhyme or reason to what comes along
but how it plays out depends completely, on how we decide to listen.

A current carries us through the land of the living
Our boat is as big or little as what we think of ourselves,
made of the materials found along the way.

No oars needed, just perhaps, a rudder and two strong hands, whose hand is up to us.
One can go unguided, yes, believing
even with a rudder, it's not possible to avoid big rocks.

Some dig in deep, stroke hard to beat the natural pace,
Tasks less problematic when there's one to lend their love.
Don't fret how to deal with all this random,
for the world is what we make it.

My world is what it is, what it will always be.
An extension of the lead led by my hand across a page
that lay open to what devices I see fit, to draw your thoughts together.
It is what I make it to be.
To read more work from the 2004 Jack Straw Writers Program, contact Jack Straw Productions to purchase a copy of Volume 8 of The Jack Straw Writers Anthology.

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