Post by Zod Post by Will Dockery™
with Cousin Jenny,
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
Count out the images 1, 2, 3, 4, and so on....
There and back again.... a montage.
For the 1006th time, even if one accepts your claim that the nouns in Will's poem are "images," they merely serve to describe the two scenes that the poem comprises.
If every poem that contains nouns is consequently to be taken as an example of "poetic montage," then every poem would be in "montage" form. This would render the terms "poetry" and "montage" interchangeable.
But "poetry" and "poetic montage" are not interchangeable. "Poetic montage" is a literary device that *some* poems utilize and that other poems do not.
"Summer Ghosts" is an example of "poetic montage." It lists a series of otherwise unrelated items which, when taken in juxtaposition to one another, form a shared concept that is only a latent potentiality in any of them when considered individually.
Night and day they follow me
Just outside my range of sight,
Shades of things that used to be
Singing to me all the night,
Singing of forgotten things
Childhood dreams and fairy wings
Hours lost in idle play
Loved ones who have 'gone away'
Slingshots, bottle caps and strings
Backyard picnics, tire swings
Snakes and turtles, dogs and cats
Scuffles, skinned knees, baseball bats
Skinny dipping, fishing holes,
Schoolyard buddies, football goals
Counting stars on moonlit nights
Paper airplanes, pillow fights
Tummy aches and runny nose
Mother's kisses, father's hugs
Butterflies and doodle bugs
Popcorn, peanuts, puddin' 'n' pie
Pink cloud-dragons in the sky
Pop guns, cap guns, coonskin hats
Black eyes, fistfights, tits for tats
Fire engines, freight train cars
Fireflies in Mason jars
Goldfish, hoagies, fake tattoos
Fourth of July barbeques
Cootie catchers, toadstools, ticks
Kickball, chicken, pickup sticks
Cub Scouts, campfires, weenie roasts
Scary stories, schoolyard boasts
Red light, green light, Simon said
Bears and prayers and off to bed.
All these memories, I keep
Dear as faded photographs,
When I close my eyes to sleep
When my son or daughter laughs
When the night wind sings to me
Of all the things that used to be.
"Apple Non-Tage," otoh, was, is and evermore shall be, two scenes and one transition in an orchard.