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Thoughts on James Joyce’s “Clay”
In Joyce’s story “Clay,” Maria is the clay—completely molded by events outside herself. None of Maria’s emotions originate from within herself… each is a reaction to the needs or emotion of someone else: she’d rather not take a gift, but she does; she’s sorry she mentions matters; she is summoned...
“Pythagoras Goes to Work” (Lee Slonimsky)
[Shared by Ed Byrne, an apt poem for Pi Day] “Pythagoras Goes to Work” Triangulate the sun’s ascent. Two oaks the baseline on this steel-chill winter’s day. Diversion, suddenly now, in the way a hawk bisects low triangle of sky as...
Forbidden Thoughts (Aleksander Cotric)
James Geary (proprietor of All Aphorisms, All the Time) presents selections from Aleksander Cotric’s Forbidden Thoughts, a new collection of Serbian anti-war aphorisms, including this gem: “Nothing should slow us down; that’s why we have not opened our parachutes.” I poked around a bit on the web and found selections from an...
David Foster Wallace Archive Acquired by Harry Ransom Center Big news. Good news. Sad news. I will visit this archive at my earliest opportunity. tags: cosmolinks, david foster wallace, writers Posted from Diigo. The rest of my favorite links are here....
The Storialist features a new poem each work day inspired by (and linking to) a photograph or work of art found on the web. Good idea and some great poems. Check it out....
Imagine the heart as a great spinning cylindrical habitat catapulting through deep space, home world forgotten, destination never known. The people living inside don’t feel as if they’re clinging to the thinnest skin when they walk. They can’t dig deep enough with their tiny hands to approach the bedrock of...
Dunstan Carter - Poetry
I want to stab clouds Punch excitement till it drops And then breath again Poetry.net ...
They got confused and started screaming As fat kids with rucksacks boarded the train, They had only ever read headlines Fed on butchered news bites and fear, At least their shame was laughable, The kids were shedding tears. Poetry.net ...
How can the future taste of beef When everything usually tastes like chicken? Is the Queen really a lizard? If you take away snow from a blizzard Is it just a gale force wind? Poetry.net ...
Look down at your feet, There’s a map of blue veins All leading to dead ends, Look up to the sky, Clouds move as you breath. There’s a beauty in bending your neck. Poetry.net ...
The rumbling pauses Silence is paranoia I shout to be heard Poetry.net ...
They tap into the hope Of the biscuit dunking Library cabaret brigade, They make them think that they’re saved, All tombola tin rattles And welcome home parties For bodies in bags, And the prayers that they kneaded Into cakes are now bleeding Through the baking tin corners That have long since served purpose, Like broken toy soldiers Alone in a loft, Snapped up...
Poet Hound
This week I want you to go back in time with your own writings and select the best poems you have to offer from the whole of your lifespan, maybe one per year or every five years. These may inspire you to write new ones, and in the end,...
The Sentinel Literary Quarterly
I received an e-mail from the contest judge, Claire Askew, from “across the pond” and I have copied-and-pasted the guidelines below for The Sentinel Literary Quarterly Contest:"Very exciting news: I have been asked to judge a poetry competition! The Sentinel Literary Quarterly is a fabulous London-based magazine dedicated to publishing...
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=173990“Lament” by Edna St. Vincent Millay http://arseniclobster.magere.com/211201.html“Black Squirrel Poem” by Bill YarrowThanks for clicking in, please drop in tomorrow for more Poetry Tips…...
Sorry everyone, I ran out of time this weekend to finish reading a chapbook on my desk to feature it this week. I got busy working on some other projects and quite a few birthdays are in order this month as well. I’ll hopefully be back on track...
This blog features poems and poetry tidbits by Lisa Espenmiller complete with poetic dedications and is a wonderful read, check it out at:http://luminousclarity.blogspot.com/Thanks for clicking in, please drop in tomorrow for another featured poet…...
With all of the shorthand now running back and forth in e-mails and through texting, why not try a poem using only shorthand? Think of shorthand phrases like “LOL” and “BTW” and see what you can come up with. This allows you to experiment in a whole new...
Uncle David
Hart CeaneLeaped from theSS OrzibaHe wuld not crossThe bridge leading to white buildingsPaolo IashviliPulled the triggerIn the Writer’s Union OfficeJust before the purgedKostas KanryotalisShot himself in the heartAfter drowning attemptsBrought on by the wounded GodsSeen in the shadow of hourMade by nostalgiaVachel LindsayDrunk a bottleOf deadly LysolThen he saw then...
It seemed a dreamAnd in truth that’sAll it wasBut dreams are teachersIn the cause of self knowledgeWhich is the teacher of the GodsThe standard of thingsWished for.A begging thoughtBelow the beltWith legs thrown upReady for the fuckHis mission was strongTo fuck me the whole night longAnd what of meMy pale...
Much has been saidOf the black woman’s beautyMuch has been written over the yearsBy men who love and men who fearBy men who breed and men who wishThat her body was near.What more is there to sayOf the way that she carries herselfThroughout the dayThe way she held down the...
Who will deny a white woman’s beauty
Who will deny a white woman’s beautyAnd who will question whyBlack men finds them fair of skinAnd the developers of theGreat designFrom her womb a child is bornFair of skin and head of hairFeature beauty is the skinThe child wareBlame him not for his motherHe did not chooseSchool him in...
And what knowOf white woman’s puritySold in the land of fatAnd to the black man who caresThat the bones holdSome fat in which to holdAnd pump against in the sexual actOf dark skin that sweatIts load into the pink holeWhere the man in the boat rollsHis soul to the maneuversCapable...
Swift the pale truthThat fear not earth.The inferior dusky shadeOf human birthReflection madeBy dark reverted raysArtists uncomely dressedCartesian in natureThe light expressedWith saintly tryIn their footstepsYou’re find suspendedThe mortal lieSeen face valueBy an animals eyesThat tumbles downFrom the formless sky.Why with what wordsWill the truth woo youWith a show of...
negative wingspan
Overtures to Eden.Eden, your fruit!How your animals exist.Barely believable we're in the middle of...A desert. Milton.Good on you, rid of those losers.When do you get off?-- I'll take you somewhere nice....
my eighth pass at them. they never ever. I can't even find them in the thickets so I mow and burn. the clean slope of scalp. the heads of hill. do you wish I had yours under my microscope to jettison your demons? looking...
it looks a little like a dental dam. I have a split-hoof and a harpy. My name has been my name for as long as George, but no one can bear to notice. Yesterday, a soup and a soup and a soup and a librarian. I...
You can have it for free. An earlobe. It costs so little pain apparently. A tug and swish flick of the butterfly knife. The balisong. And I'll staunch it with cotton balls bunched and taped with duct tape. I'll be snowbeard on the left....
Christmas brought me pestilenceand in the delousing I found, Iconfess it, a primate pleasure.It is sweet time spentin childhood hair--its rows of finitude. All ends.Nitpick is not without its recompense. Comb-scoured scalpscan make of new years open fields. In one--petite beastswho lurk, cling, and feed are...
Gorky is at the Philadelphia museum. I may or may not be going to China. I have a What is poetry? assignment. What is Nighttime? Are dreams made of clay? Poppies? Black porcelain?...
Earth & Pragmatism
doug ammons, psychologist editor of the quarterly journal of experimental psychology author & expeditionary whitewater kayaker beyond radical dudeism "Error cascades: When one thing goes wrong, it often leads to another and another in what I call an error cascade. The water magnifies each error and carries it into the future in a powerful way. The key...
killer whales - slaves to entertainment the truth about the capture of orcas for the purposes of human entertainment -- meanwhile:...
Reading Thursday March 11 at the University of Wisconsin in Madison Felix: A Series of New Writing Looking forward to attending Caneocopia the next day...
mittānukampako (burr oak)...
the illinois river...
a friend of ours...
A window Within Myself
One you are...This the gains of attending a creative writing workshop, facilitated by Priyanka Sacheti who is a freelance writer and journalist based in Muscat, Sultanate of Oman. An Author of three volumes of poetry during her school-years. What I have learned in the workshop, sometime even though you are...
Black & White BookOriginally uploaded by vandangoShe stared so long Staring at an empty pageWaiting for words to appear Yet words refused to surfaceAnd the poem that she was longing forRemained unwrittenShe pleaded to words Hoping that she can be allowedAfter her long abandonment To be forgiven for her absenceSo...
A song to lightOriginally uploaded by Catch the dreamI want to write a poem about youThat you keep chaining meWith your thinking I long for sunlight You are afraid to get sunburned So I keep me in the dark But I cannot match you Yes I sneak to get glimpses...
Pathway to the TombOriginally uploaded by donnacorlessA pathway to universe Then the dream to reach it So I hold a pen I contently write my heart out Poetry flames The path reveals itselfWithout me knowing it I am on the universe Copyright 2009 Nasra Al AdawiSometimes I don’t plan what...
Day Two Hundred Two: NeverOriginally uploaded by MargauxVI admit I’m all weak Weak over your words To flip the world for youJust to grip reaching your love Yet I’m nowhere to youI know the fault is mine But I face all in courageous faceLearning the hard lessons I’m on the...
You fall asleepI see you, soaring to a distance landThere you are, jumping with cloudsSo you can reach the starsYou are a happy childA tiny angel of mineAs your flicker your angel eyesI love you once moreCopyright 2009, Nasra Al Adawi ...
international exchangefor poetic invention
Dernier chapitre de RUNBOOK art book in progress /// janvier téléchargeable /// > http://despaysages.fr/runbook.html ...
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Now Available: Amerarcana 2010
Featuring artwork by Michael James Armstrong, an essay by Ammiel Alcalay, poetry by Carla Badillo Coronado, Micah Ballard, Neeli Cherkovski, Maggie Cleveland, Diane di Prima, Maryam Monalisa Gharavi, Jack Hirschman, Joj Kastra (Georges Castera), John Landry, Marina Lazzara, Nathaniel Mackey, Benjamin Morris and Barbara Jane Reyes, and fiction by Walker Brents III...
You can now find online the videos of (almost) all the RicercaBO 2009 readings, the two-days event of Mediateca di San Lazzaro, Bologna (20-21-22 November, 2009).Editorial board: Nanni Balestrini, Renato Barilli, Niva Lorenzini.Here's the brochure [pdf file 266 Kb]Here are the vids [all the readings are in Italian] ...
95 Cent Skool: Summer Seminar in Social Poetics
The 95 Cent Skool is a 6 day long experimental seminar that will be offered in Oakland, California, July 26-31, 2010. It is convened by Joshua Clover and Juliana Spahr. It will explore the possibilities of poetry writing as part of a larger social practice, at a distance from the...
Poetmeister ...on the road to Parnassus
[ This is 4 my Bro- welcome to Poetmeister! Pour out your mind here. You can do this, Greg, without fear of judgmental asshats butting in! ] heh heh Tagged: waiting for mybro - not godot ...
From the crypt.. mwaaaaaaaaahaha!!!!!!!
Halloweaned There’s nothing hallowed about this day, unless druidism is your Way? more’s the wayward mind, wide-eyed drunk, shriveled and shrunken talking heads, spiked like an olive on a tooth pick, on wrought iron will. Cats gutted & strung up charred- for the fun of it, mores lost to treatful days long past- a loaded bag thrown up on granma’s porch- a trick too common to make a stink about. By today’s standards it’s no teen with...
Wazzup wit dat? (but no one waz kilt ;)
Hey! something came in kicked the tar out my sidebar. Bullets everywhere!! Tagged: blog sidebar rearranged, Jestku, long time for page to download, no one was kilt, Poetmeister ...
My Dear Friends, Thank you for stopping by and leaving me your words of support, comfort and concern. I’m sure you’re all getting tired of my posts, poems & poetinalia having to do with Rascal and his health problems. To tell you the truth, as an empty-nester it’s really easy to...
Rascal gets his willpower ON! Dearly Beloved came through surgery just fine- tomorrow he’s home! . “Thank you everyone for your prayers. They get me through iffy times. I feel your love! Your friend ’til the end.” Signed, Rascal Tagged: comes through surgery just fine, home tomorrow, Rascal-Will of Steel, sarcoma below dew claw ...
Rascal tomorrow: removal of sarcoma. We pray he survives. Tagged: Poetmeister, pray his heart holds up, Rascal needs surgery; sarcoma just below dewclaw, Rascal the Irrepressible ...
Poets.org
Read about Jane Campion's film Bright Star, chronicling the love affair between John Keat and his neighbor Fanny Brawne, as well as the poems and love letters featured in the biopic. ...
While it is seems even literary science fiction pieces are rarely categorized as literature, many serious poets have written poems on the topic of life beyond our world. ...
Paul Lawrence Dunbar: In Summer
Oh, summer has clothed the earth / In a cloak from the loom of the sun! / And a mantle, too, of the skies' soft blue... ...
Spotlight Poet: Denise Duhamel
The author of numerous books and chapbooks or poetry, Duhamel writes poems that communicate "the ache of human existence." ...
The author of several books of poetry and a novel, Wheeler writes poems that speak in the "the jangling discourse of our nation." ...
Join the Poets.org Street Team, Create and publish notebooks of your favorite poems, browse writing exercises, join a discussion forum, and more! ...
left 2 write: poetry, spoken word, prose, et al.
We got a million ways to pen it Choose one. Aye, bring it back Now let them Dope Poets up on this track I’m on to the next one On to the next one (repeats) Freeze, somebody let him Speak his Beliefs Hov wrote the Blueprint, we are the “next ones” Mosaeus the wordsmith, y José Vilson, We pen...
We are the world We’re rappers ternt sangas. We are the ones to say, “Hip-Hop is dead” and we’re not kidding. There was a choice, who made it? Weezy with an auto-tuned mic? It’s true they’ll make a better song It just won’t be we....
Assuming is for asinine analysts always angry and anguishing about augmented reality with aims to advance their alterior motives. Backwards bigots blaming Blacks for being bottom-dwellers is blasphemous at best. Bloody bumbaclot bastards, boo! Caniving cliche country chicks can cock-a-doodle-doo cash cows from countless (charitable) C-list celebrities. Dictators delve in dimly dark dens,...
Number one in my toolkit, #2 pencil Will.i.write out the box? They call me jump-fence Bill. I would’ve rhymed ’stencil’, but that’s too simple You reap what you sew, so I needle nouns nimble. Alliteration as absurd as abnormal AdSense words Aka the Mad Adder of adjectives and adverbs. Last name Smith, first name Wordsword I eat...
I put her in a figure @foursquare headlock. @formspring’ed her to Young Money’s ‘Bedrock’. P-poked her @facebook, made her @flickr hot. She said @gowalla, then gave me her @dropbox. Rode my @googlewave, gave me @googlevoice. On to the Nexus One, I rub her OLED till it’s moist....
Shout out to: Divorced parents who don’t talk, but call each other to go “halfsies” on the kids’ xmas gifts. Dudes (still) shopping at Tiffany’s. That $200 heart bracelet is so 2000-late! Parents buying “Easy Bake Ovens” for Christmas, and don’t have any real food for their real oven. Grand kids that...
The Best American Poetry
This is a passage from Part II, "Patterns of Bad Faith," from Chapter Two, "Bad Faith," in Jean-Paul Sartre's Being And Nothingness (Editions Gallimard, 1943; English translation, The Philosophical Library, Inc., 1956). "Take the example of a woman who has... ...
Robert Hershon Presents a Poem by Penelope Jane Reid
This poem by Penelope Jane Reid appeared in Hanging Loose 41 and later provided the title for Smart Like Me: High School-Age Writing from the Sixties to Now. SMART LIKE ME They put me right near the maternity ward. I... ...
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A Face To Meet The Faces That You Meat by Jim Cummins
Abraham Lincoln is reputed to have said, "By the time a man is forty, he's responsible for his own face." I first read that long before I was forty, and it seemed to me packed with wisdom. Then I passed... ...
As the crow flies... [by Amy Lawless]
According to the encyclopedia of the people, the phrase "as the crow flies" means the "shortest route between two points." This is because crows are the smartest birds and they cut a lot of corners. They don't stop off for... ...
More on Split this Rock [by E. Ethelbert Miller]
The best thing about a poetry festival or conference is the opportunity to connect with fellow poets that are special in your life. Split This Rock Poetry Festival was fun because I got to hangout with my friend Jan Beatty.The... ...
Watermark
if i were to tell you everything bare twisted branches against a graying sky if i were to tell you dreams thick with familiar strangers one of them always you a few birch leaves cling yellow to the tree an empty red mailbox a white black-tailed cat the dog coughing...
there are winged women in my garden. there are two. no. three. they are heavy. they are made of iron. once they were the legs of an antique table. now they are poised to fly from the garden fence. and then there's me....
can i still write a snapshot poem? is it still in me? the sky is grey, but high earlier, there was a dull purple beneath a glow that made the sky seem higher sparrows at the seed and fighting in the vines is it really the weaker sparrow they gang...
There are deep changes, and there are superficial changes. Sometimes, one is caused by the other, and sometimes it is difficult to tell which is which. Money can't buy happiness, true; but it can buy clothes and cosmetics and cars and convenience. I have new clothes. Clothes without holes, or...
I woke this morning with the realization that I am not blogging because, after five months of silence, and the death of my mother, I am feeling required to be profound. So this is to say: there will be no profounditry (profundity?) (profoundness?) here for some time. Thank you, all,...
'The Poets Lodge'
Tribute to J. D. Salinger - WHY?
WHY ?`The Catcher In The Rye`caught Mark Chapmans eye.Pulled from death in ’77.Thought the plan was hatched in heaven.He read the book, and then could see,the shape of his own destiny.But he didn’t read through the childs eye,and he answered the callof the Black Bishops cry.He felt the guilt, and...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~What are we ? I hear you cry,as you see another die.Why do we fight ?Why do we hate ?Do we have the answer ?Is it all too late ?If you recognise these thoughts as yours.Do you run and hide behind closed doors ?The truth is there,as it should be.As...
The Song of LifeThe Song of Life plays gentlyin the background of our mind.It has the chord, the message tooto make life great, for me and you.So soft that we don't hear a sound.The Song of Life is so profound.The 'lost chord' many call it,and they search both high...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~It's Just An Illusion BabyIt's just an illusion baby,I thought you knew.It's just an illusion baby,This World so blue.The stars in the sky.The air we breath too.It's just an illusion baby.I thought you knew.Our brain is just the hard-drive,of a miniscule computer.So small and so invisible,I thought you knew.Every vision...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Fell.Sometimes dark, sometimes blue,the purple haze envelopes you.Wraps you with it's swaddling skinnot letting other souls slip in.A pumping fluiditious sound,of a heart-beat that is so profound.Protects and feeds you love each day,until it's time to make your way.Out into this world so cruel,you enter more precious than any...
----------------------------------------Tin Can Dan.Tin Can Danwas a funny little Man.He had a stoop when he walked,,spat and dribbled when he talked.He was out in the morning,in the noon, the eve and night.In the pitch-black you’d see Danwith his little pen flashlight.Searching through the bins,through the gutters too.Searching out those tin-cansthat were...
the dust congress
I drink my liquor from the palmof a child who spoke in tonguesand smelled like sunRIP Mark Linkous-- Linkous, who was a big fan of the poet Frank Stanford, committed suicide with a gunshot to his heart, exactly as did Stanford.The Light the Dead See -- by Frank StanfordThere...
the early morning sunriseputs you back to sleepeveryone is angryin way too deepAri Marcopoulos, still from 'Detroit'Self-Portrait: Black’s Law Dictionary -- by Beth Woodcomefor Megan HehirAn elephant moth, devoted to eating, a tender of meat, a compulsive, a meek, something that should have been smaller. Did I do...
can you treat it like an oil wellwhen it's underground and out of sightPavement's first show in ten years!!!* Pavement have played their first show in over a decade, taking to the stage at Auckland Town Hall, New Zealand tonight (March 1).The band – who have...
buttons or donutsthese are my thoughtscecily brown, the quarrel, 2004* From: Modern Times, Modern Places, Knopf, 1998 by Peter Conrad:"The heroic daring of [the new] century lay in its conviction of absolute, unprecedented novelty. This is what the exhilarating notion of modernity...
Quite some time ago when I was younger Maybe eight or nine A friend of mine had nearly met his Death before his timeIrving Penn, After Dinner Games, 1947* NY Magazine interviews Shaq regarding the art exhibit he recently curated. excerpt:Q: How did you make your...
If we’re on delancey steet at nightIn the after train ride quietBarking dogs by highgate pondSomething’s here but something’s goneSaul Leiter, Paterson, 1952In My Youth I Was a Tireless Dancer -- by Edward Dorn But now I passgraveyards in a car.The dead lie,unsuperstitiously,with their feet toward me--please forgive...
Sad Poems
Overtures in dusk. The pallor of her skin. Not content to trust. The small eyes the world would offer. The machine on her wrists. Turning. Coldly burning the fuel. Of splitting skin. The when. Proving otherwise. I was. Am not. Soldier on the plateau of if. This war were ours...
Limping ghosts use the open window as their crutch. I see. I don't. It's near. It's close. Nothing and everything. These blank spots in my skin. Following the scars. To the places I almost lived. The door is open. The house is empty. No one's home. The winter's over, but...
Content prisoners worship the walls. Keeping them in. Keeping the world from finding them. It's bland. This blade. Constantly stabbing. I bleed. The blood dries. And we start the cycle again. Scarves around her neck telling the time machine when to stop. Little rips in pantyhose creeping up. The hours...
The diamonds in the sky seem small from this far away. They're no bigger close up a disembodied voice explains. The earthquake doesn't happen. It always there but I only feel it sometimes. The disaster is not sudden. I just ignore it for as long as I can. Hot water...
Working with the clones. On random identities. The astronaut between her legs suffocating. Too close to the sun. Tripping on the steps. Numbers. Like atom bombs. Taking us back to zero again. I'm not real. I'm just the ghost of a girl. Who once visited your island. And now cannot...
Choice comes in many facets. Choosing. As it were. To be alone. To be touched. By anything you had hoped might remember. Solving the puzzles as the logic comes. In hysterical outbursts. Of empty apartments. And leaky roofs. Lazy friends. And entitled men. Bored with the cycles of menstruation. Choices...
Poetry of Life
That Little Girl With Her Hands To The Sky
Have you ever clung to a desire for so long that your eyes saw nothing else? The most beautiful part of existence is the ability to dream, to aspire toward a goal, no matter how lofty! Like the little girl with her hand outstretched to the stars, hoping for just one touch of the cosmos. Try...
should you find yourself at the captains helm as everyone around you is jumping ship do not lose your stride dont miss a step because I will be right beside you braving the storm as the cruel dark clouds loom just above the bow and the torrential rains begin to fall your nerves may get the best...
A simple poem dedicated for my friend that I met 5 years ago online, and almost a year now that we haven’t talk anymore. I just wonder where could he be ,but I wish that he is okay. I wish he will read this. This is for you best friend. There is...
I can’t exactly remember how and when we first met… We always have a pleasant conversation every time we chat on net. Knowing me, knowing you is what we usually do. Trying to enjoy being together every minute or two. Sometimes you make me feel so comfortable with you. But knowing that you’re so much...
today i sit and ponder i’ve reached farther than i ever dreamed possible, a time when i thought life was over only to start afresh at the stroke of dawn; bound by the unknown, i would break the shackles if i can just to go back to where it all began and rewrite the script with my...
Dawn tinges the black sky, A glow beyond the dark of night. Impossible shades of gray, Then silver turning to gold. Beauty only GOD can provide, Trying to light the sadness of my empty soul. Awake. Night followed by day followed by night. Alone. TV blaring trying to fill the soundless space within. Thoughts of failure, self-worth, Can I fix...
Lorna Dee Cervantes
MURALISTAS! CULTURAL ENCOUNTERS: FIRST FRIDAY NIGHTS AT THE DE YOUNG Friday, March 5, 2010 5:45pm - 8:45pm de Young Museum, Golden Gate ParkOn FRIDAY MARCH 5TH, the de Young Museum presents another night of music, performance, lectures, and programs in the ongoing series MISSION MURALISMO, in conjunction with the...
Lorna Dee Cervantes Reading TONIGHT at Univ. of Oklahoma - Y'all Come Down!
Lorna Dee Cervantes reads for the Mark Allen Everett Poetry Series at the University of Oklahoma, TONIGHT, Tuesday March 2, at 7pm in Norman, Oklahoma. The reading will be held at the National Weather Center Auditorium (NE Corner Jenkins and Highway 9, OU Campus). A reception and book signing will...
For Chile, From Her Native Master, Pablo Neruda: "And the City Now Has Gone"
AND THE CITY NOW HAS GONEHow the clock moves on, relentlessly,with such assurance that it eats the years.The days are small and transitory grapes,the months grow faded, taken out of time.It fades, it falls away, the moment, firedby that implacable artillery-and suddenly, only a year is left to us,a month,...
Where In The World Is Lorna? 2010 Readings & Workshops Calendar
(in progess, will be updated as we go)Lorna Dee Cervantes Reading Calendar 2010Saturday, Feb. 27, 10 am"Building Bridges: The 1st Annual Latino Summit"Intensive Poetry WorkshopSt. Ignatius College Preparatory SchoolSan Francisco, CATuesday, March 2, 7pmMark Allen Everett Poetry SeriesPoetry ReadingDavid L. Boren Auditorium at the National Weather CenterOklahoma University (NE corner...
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1251711/Every-dolphins-gone-surfin-Stunning-pictures-hundreds-glide-monster-waves.htmlOn HappinessDolphins taught the apes to speakTo take comfort in the wait for wavesTo flow together in an arch of forgivenessTo pay attention to the past, pastEnvy into the hilarity of a new revelationJoy is the natural state, a constitutionWritten with the rags of war, the pangsOf indecision and a...
Statement on the occasion of Mission Latina/o poets honoring Diane diPrima's inauguration as Poet Laureate of San Francisco, 2/20/10I suspect I was invited to participate for my connection to The Mission, poetry, and the early days of MCC, and as soon as I was asked I said to myself: "Oh,...
PoetryFoundation.org
Learning Lab: Percy Bysshe Shelley: “Ozymandias” by David Mikics
The critic Leslie Brisman remarks on “the way the timelessness of metaphor escapes the limits of experience” in Shelley. Timelessness can be achieved only by the poet’s words, not by the ruler’s will to dominate. The fallen titan Ozymandias becomes an occasion for Shelley’s exercise of...
24/7 Relentless Careerism by Jim Behrle
“Let’s just begin by saying that there are more poets than ever before in the history of literature—and therefore more magazines, reading series, and tiny publishers. There are probably 800 or so active writing programs in the United States alone. I could have looked up the actual...
The Soul That Grows in Darkness by The Editors
In the last 100 years, perhaps no other artistic medium has provided more fodder for poetry than the cinema. Movies have become central to the poetic imagination, whether the poet celebrates the movies or reacts against celluloid saturation. While Sidney and Shelley exhausted a good deal of...
Good Poems About Ugly Things by Molly Young
Frederick Seidel. I wonder: Is it all true? I begin to read his Poems 1959–2009, and the first thing I notice is his poetry's dazzling mix of the historical and the individual. Into the emptiness that weighs / More than the universe / Another...
Nevermoreland by Abigail Deutsch
At midnight on October 8, 2009, about 50 people gathered on the sidewalk before Baltimore’s Westminster Church. Some wore jeans. Some wore pajamas. Some wore capes and gowns and girdles. The drivers rolling down Fayette Street slowed to peer at the assembly, which bulged beyond the...
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Harriet: The Blog
Who or what is a poet critic and why is the academy so up in Poetry’s face? -- Sina Queyras
What is a poet critic? Can a poet be “successful” outside of the academy? If not, why? Who, or what, is upholding the system that creates (or maintains) a hierarchy in the poetry community that sees the academic poet at the peak? Or is there really a peak? Is the...
Beyond Careerism? (Redistributing Poetic Effort) -- Thom Donovan
This past week at Poetry Foundation Jim Behrle published a talk he’d given at St. Mark’s Poetry Project last month (and which apparently first appeared at one of his blogs some time back) called “24/7 Relentless Careerism.” Behrle’s talk is a hilarious rant against the career motives and moves of...
To Live with Honor is a Journey Without Frontiers -- Sotère Torregian
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Teachability, Pedagogy, and Why You Can Easily Find My Book At Used Bookstores -- Craig Santos Perez
so some say that poetry is dead because it stays within the academic classroom, overlooking how important the classroom is to creating lifelong poetry readers / writers, as well as how important course adoption is to keeping books alive and relevant and in print. when i design a syllabus, i try...
Women’s History Month: A Salute -- Sotère Torregian
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To Sonnet, to Son-net, Tuscon Net -- Sina Queyras
Recently Geist Magazine, one of the great Canadian magazines, announced a contest for the best “Jackpine Sonnet.” The Jackpine sonnet was named by Canadian poet Milton Acorn. It’s a fairly regular sonnet that aims for the traditional 14 lines, each line containing 7 to 13 syllables, but, in Acorn’s words,...