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  • Hum for the Bolt By Jamaal May

    Poem of the Day
    Poetry Foundation
    25 Mar 2015 | 11:00 pm
    By Jamaal May
  • NinaAlvarez.net Listed in Top 100 Inspiring Sites for Poets

    Poem of the Day
    Nina Alvarez
    15 Jul 2014 | 11:46 am
    A collection of inspiring sites for poets and poetry has been published, and Poem of the Day is acknowledged on the list: http://mastersinenglish.org/poetry/ It’s an incredible honor. Many thanks, Master in English! (And many thanks to my actual masters in English. I’m still paying for you, so… keep it up.)Filed under: words
  • broken like that venus

    gautami tripathy
    1 Mar 2015 | 9:23 am
    the ghost of a sky opens up for us showing a glimpse of its mighty angerby the way of thunder but lightning is really the path if a circle can be called that fear of the unknown tears into... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • Lamenting Widow By Ho Xuan Huong

    Poem of the Day
    Poetry Foundation
    24 Mar 2015 | 11:00 pm
    By Ho Xuan Huong
  • Top 10 Poems of 2014

    Poem of the Day
    Nina Alvarez
    2 Jan 2015 | 5:02 pm
    For the 7th year in a row, here are the TOP 10 POEMS of the year at NinaAlvarez.net. Thanks for being part of my community. Happy New Year. 1. Ithaca 2. I Walked a Mile with Pleasure 3. The Lost Son 4. Ithaca (Video) 5. The Unicorn 6. The Serpent 7. What You Should Know to be a Poet 8. Deathless Aphrodite of the Spangled Mind 9. Love Me Like You Never Loved Before 10. from Last PoemsFiled under: words
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  • Watch Benedict Cumberbatch read poetry at the reburial of King Richard III

    27 Mar 2015 | 1:30 am
    Benedict Cumberbatch delivered a very special poem written by poet laureate Carol Ann Duffy Thursday for the reburial of his distant cousin, King Richard III. Cumberbatch is set to play Richard in the upcoming BBC Two historical drama The Hollow Crown: The War of the Roses .
  • Ashland High grad among featured Hip-Hop Poetry performers at Oregon...

    26 Mar 2015 | 6:10 pm
    The Oregon Shakespeare Festival will host two more free Hip-Hop Poetry open mic events on April 6 and May 4, from 7 p.m. to 9 p.m. at the Black Swan Theatre, 15 S. Pioneer St. The featured poet will be Ashland High School graduate Clementine von Radics, an internationally touring poet and performer. Her blog, clementinepoetry.com, has more than 100,000 followers and is featured on Tumblr spotlight.
  • Finalists Announced for Lee Golomb Cadiff Teen Poetry Contest

    26 Mar 2015 | 1:58 pm
    The finalists have been announced for the 11th Annual Lee Golomb Cadiff Teen Poetry Contest.
  • Kim Jong-Il, Plato Topics Of Book Talks; Free Poetry Readings

    26 Mar 2015 | 9:43 am
    Wednesday is April Fool's Day, but the subject of a talk at 7 p.m. at The Mark Twain House & Museum, 351 Farmington Ave., Hartford, while outrageous, is no hoax. Author Paul Fischer will give a free Book/Mark talk about his nonfiction book, "A Kim Jong-Il Production: The Extraordinary True Story of a Kidnapped Filmmaker, His Star Actress, and a Young Dictator's Rise to Power" .
  • Don't Torpedo The Dam, Full Speed Ahead For Ethiopia's Nile Project

    26 Mar 2015 | 5:33 am
    The site of the planned Grand Ethiopian Renaissance Dam is under construction near Assosa, Ethiopia, in this 2013 photo. The dam will have the capacity to produce 6,000 megawatts of electricity and become the biggest hydro-electric power station in Africa.
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    Poem of the Day

  • Poem of the Day: The Peace of Wild Things

    Nina Alvarez
    23 Mar 2015 | 7:41 pm
    When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. -Wendell BerryFiled under: poem, poet, Write, Writer
  • Top 10 Poems of 2014

    Nina Alvarez
    2 Jan 2015 | 5:02 pm
    For the 7th year in a row, here are the TOP 10 POEMS of the year at NinaAlvarez.net. Thanks for being part of my community. Happy New Year. 1. Ithaca 2. I Walked a Mile with Pleasure 3. The Lost Son 4. Ithaca (Video) 5. The Unicorn 6. The Serpent 7. What You Should Know to be a Poet 8. Deathless Aphrodite of the Spangled Mind 9. Love Me Like You Never Loved Before 10. from Last PoemsFiled under: words
  • Poem of the Day: Weave in, My Hardy Life

    Nina Alvarez
    6 Oct 2014 | 2:58 pm
    Weave in, My Hardy Life Weave in, weave in, my hardy life, Weave yet a soldier strong and full for great campaigns to come, Weave in red blood, weave sinews in like ropes, the senses, sight weave in, Weave lasting sure, weave day and night the weft, the warp, incessant weave, tire not, (We know not what the use O life, nor know the aim, the end, nor really aught we know, But know the work, the need goes on and shall go on, the death- envelop’d march of peace as well as war goes on,) For great campaigns of peace the same the wiry threads to weave, We know not why or what, yet weave, forever…
  • NinaAlvarez.net Listed in Top 100 Inspiring Sites for Poets

    Nina Alvarez
    15 Jul 2014 | 11:46 am
    A collection of inspiring sites for poets and poetry has been published, and Poem of the Day is acknowledged on the list: http://mastersinenglish.org/poetry/ It’s an incredible honor. Many thanks, Master in English! (And many thanks to my actual masters in English. I’m still paying for you, so… keep it up.)Filed under: words
  • Poem of the Day: Be a Sparrow

    Nina Alvarez
    13 May 2014 | 2:04 pm
    When we are soft – when the world is underneath us; when we are lost with longing Be a sparrow. You knew before you knew all else that this was artifice – and you searched for self-instruction. You learned to search for what was yours beyond modesty and immodesty. Be that person again – with a broken wing – if there was ever truth in you, find it now. Be true to that which is best in you, and rides during the Spring, and mounts in its own language. Be true to that which is highest born in you. Let it all be alive in the alchemy. Be choice. Be free and free, sister, in what was not…
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    Wade on Birmingham » Daily Haiku

  • my heart, i give it to you

    Wade Kwon
    26 Mar 2015 | 10:00 pm
    I spill my guts for you to digest, not for real but in many words. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • the death of signal

    Wade Kwon
    25 Mar 2015 | 10:00 pm
    The report is due any minute. The wifi commits suicide. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • protecting the garden

    Wade Kwon
    24 Mar 2015 | 10:00 pm
    Squirrels, rabbits and cats circled protectively round the blooming bounty. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • the wiggly tooth

    Wade Kwon
    23 Mar 2015 | 10:00 pm
    The incisor found no rest along the bottom gum, so he cut out. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • even pups make believe

    Wade Kwon
    22 Mar 2015 | 10:00 pm
    Two wolves battle for territory and fat sheep atop the canyon. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
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  • Change of platform

    1 Mar 2015 | 8:24 am
    Follow us from now on on Tumblr: http://poeticinvention.tumblr.com/
  • This poem / Gets up / And does / Something

    28 Feb 2015 | 1:00 pm
    Tom Beckett's poem "This poem" is all about the question of who speaks in this poem. It is one of the better poems I know dealing with this subject. Who is the speaker? Beckett? Someone else? The poem itself? It opens as follows: This poemProffersIts ass.Well, now you know there's not gonna be an easy answer. Which, thank goodness, didn't put off all people, Thomas Fink for instance -- "Beckett's poem is no primer of poststructuralist theory" -- and Nicholas Manning -- "poems too are unsure of themselves" -- and Steve Tills -- "one needs yards and yards of parentheses to contain and to…
  • Revealed patterns

    27 Feb 2015 | 10:17 pm
    Is this a blog about poetry? Yes it is. But I like pushing the boundaries now and then. Jazzberry Blue's abstract maps may not consist of words but they do have rhythm and tonality that stimulate me to perceive patterns of life in his kaleidoscopic pictures. The map of Amsterdam above, the city I live in, gives me pleasure, satisfies my yearning for order, completeness, harmony.
  • Sometimes ...

    27 Feb 2015 | 9:16 am
  • What makes something unpublishable?

    27 Feb 2015 | 5:05 am
    In a VICE article my eyes fell on a picture of a page out of Elisabeth S. Clark’s work Between Words (2007). This work is more than, as VICE wants us to believe, “an reimagining of a classic text […] where Clark has gone through page by page in the original and removed everything but the punctuation.” On the artists website you can read: ”Between Words investigates the topography of language, drawing attention to its construction, materiality and choreography. Using Raymond Roussel’s long 1274-line poem Nouvelles Impressions d’Afrique as its source, it reflects it back, though…
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    Poems and Poetics

  • John Martone: from "children’s book" 2014

    Jerome Rothenberg
    26 Mar 2015 | 8:55 am
    [To describe John Martone as our greatest living miniaturist, as I have in the past, is to go back for me to a time many years ago when Ian Hamilton Finlay & I corresponded about a poetry of small increments (one-word poems & other such concerns).  For Finlay, I believe, some form of minimalism was at the heart of the concrete poetry he was then exploring & developing, & for myself it entered into aspects of ethnopoetics & appeared most clearly in the numerically based poems (gematria) that I was beginning to write.  It’s with someone like John Martone,…
  • David Matlin: Excerpt from a Novel-in-Progress

    Jerome Rothenberg
    23 Mar 2015 | 5:35 am
    [“The following excerpt is from the final novel of a trilogy which includes the previously published How the Night Is Dividedand  A HalfMan Dreaming.  It is part of an on-going experiment in the Southern California rural dialect I grew up with among not only Jewish ranchers and farmers but a larger community of diverse backgrounds.  Much of the narrative includes multiple portraits of land, water, and a world, for the most part, that has disappeared.”  (D.M.)]The Kiowa decided his eyes were still good; for seeing, he guessed. He was, though, hand and foot sore, those…
  • Jerome Rothenberg: At Huidobro’s Tomb, a Recollection & Lament

    Jerome Rothenberg
    19 Mar 2015 | 5:59 am
                            open this tomb                        at the bottom of the tomb                        you will find the sea            at Huidobro’s tombthe dirt lies scattered    beer cans from a later time& tiny…
  • Mark Weiss: "Different Stories" from "As Luck Would Have It" (Shearsman Books)

    Jerome Rothenberg
    16 Mar 2015 | 5:22 am
    [The following is from Mark Weiss’s long awaited & very welcome new book, As Luck Would Have It, from Shearsman Books in the UK  Comments by Ron Silliman & Peter Manson appear beneath the poem – a further tribute to Weiss’s presence & prowess in a new American poetry & poetics.]1The man who lives in boring timesbucket by bucket moves a mountain.Wedded to the trajectory,a collection of shattered lenses,a matrix of rituals.Man, or machete.A catalogue of expectations. Cutlass, for instance,the brute violence of the toolshedbecome a scimitar in the hands of…
  • George Economou: Three More Poems from “Finishing Cavafy’s Unfinished” with a note on the process

    Jerome Rothenberg
    12 Mar 2015 | 5:47 am
    Photo credit: Andrea AugéCRIME          A one scarcely visible, next nine, next          one, the fourth number looks like a nine          This was found among some poet’s papers.          It’s dated, but quite illegibly.   Stavros dealt out our shares in the loot.The alpha youth in our gang,smart, tough, and too beautiful for words.The most capable, though except for me(I was twenty) he was the youngest.My guess is he wasn’t quite twenty-three.Our haul was three…
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    Wild Horses Of Fire

  • Danny Hayward's People (review)

    Thom Donovan
    22 Mar 2015 | 12:29 pm
    How to exit the prison house of certain historical circuits between Marxist- Hegelianism and poetry (from Shelley to Symbolism to Objectivism and Lang Po to post-Occupy)? Or, twisting the words of Stuart Hall, what would a Marxist poetry “without guarantee” look like? http://poetryproject.org/wp-content/uploads/PPNL-APR-MAY-14-final-final-final-final.pdf
  • Renée Green's Other Planes of There (review)

    Thom Donovan
    21 Mar 2015 | 9:53 am
    "There is a curious time sense in this book, which has been organized so that we may regard the ways that research, criticism, documentation, and various aesthetic processes feedback with one another, cultivating modes of meta-discourse."http://bombmagazine.org/article/382633/ren-e-green-s-em-other-planes-of-there-em
  • Corpsefuckers

    Thom Donovan
    18 Mar 2015 | 9:22 am
    They’re fucking with the corpses againFucking up the corpsesFucking with the bodiesPlagiarizing the body countThey’re cutting up the text againLike his body was a metaphorLike the text weren’t literalLike his body wasn’t literalThey’re meddling with things They understand too wellThe unremarkable genitaliaThe sad objects of controlTaking up the space that should have been reservedFor corpses, their rumored fosse, theirPoorly marked graves and their graves In the water in the airThe disaster was only a text to you It was never actual fleshIt was not like the flesh they cut intoLike a…
  • For Lee Lozano

    Thom Donovan
    7 Mar 2015 | 12:33 pm
    Where’d you go, Lee?There are performances and then there are performancesLike art was always speculationLike this was a speculation On how to be a selfA woman, how to be a womanTo stop circulating In anything but your present Would resist art’s alibiLike the self was the last thingYou could quitLast form of capitalBoycotting your selfIn the 70s everyone became a punk Because identity was the last thing one could destroy (faced with the world’s destruction)To unmake the image of everything, everyoneTo do this through image-makingThen destruction itself became a means of identity How to…
  • Destroy, She Said (3/7 @ The Boiler)

    Thom Donovan
    25 Feb 2015 | 6:28 am
    Decay, Dissolution, and the AnticipatoryReadings, performances, and exhibition Ethan Spigland, Saul Anton, Ira Livingston, Thom Donovan, Melissa Buzzeo, Carl Zimring, May Joseph, Julie Patton, Laura Elrick, and othersMarch 7th, 5:30-7:30 The Boiler (Williamsburg, BK)                        An exhibition, along with an evening of short readings, performances, demonstrations on the theme of aesthetic, ecological, deliberate, and incidental destruction, decay, and dissolution. Open to the public.
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    Sad Poems

  • Similar to Loss

    25 Mar 2015 | 8:50 pm
    empty palm. weak fingers. spoiled math. stale conceits. it's always cold in certain places. the humble soldier when. in a war of ifs. all the colors. that's what it is. or none of them. the ground pretends it's still there. far. too far she knows. that much is always certain. stuttering gravity. soft crayons drowning in paper.  the ebbing traffic. the lazy ghosts. thumbing through strangers. the cult of curiosity. the dogma of indifference. skin like stray cats. voices like thieves. no possessions. only borrowed chances. culling their portals from equal parts addiction and sober. obvious…
  • Internal Detours

    24 Mar 2015 | 8:20 pm
    conditions. fading hows. the weak of gravity penetrating lesser gods.she chews on the pulp. dwindling choices.  empty angles. she memorizes the exit. all yield signs and snaking ramps. soft ratchets in loose connections. examining the pauses. the fundamental monsters that make victims of us all. obvious ghosts favoring the brake. choices all panic and corn starch. as the oven warms. the meat is pale. the flesh is dark. the anatomy of choice overwhelming. the colors. more hysteria than life. the doorways. corrupt. the collapsing structure. all plastic demons. and paper gods. tumbling…
  • Gambling with Truth

    22 Mar 2015 | 8:55 pm
    numbers pretend their language. broken paths swallowing the knots. all wet footprints and tentative creases. obvious tomorrows spoiled by incredulous pasts. softly insistant. shouts in the wind. her voice like chapters. her eyes like punctuation. strangers devoured by their narrative.  flesh is a story we tell again and again. we were lost, but that was nothing. more necessity than accident. the hours gamble. our bodies the wager. no one wins. i never wanted anything, until i couldn't have it. words... blunt hammers on the gentle slope of her lips. the corners always come first. deep…
  • Percentages of How

    18 Mar 2015 | 8:54 pm
    scrutiny's antipathy. swollen bits of spite and gall. a crime of plenty. a wisdom of loss. it's seldom. as seldom as seldom must behave. the wick of distraction. spoiling in apathy's flame. steal the edge and sell the circumference. too many circles content in their long division. just like the hungry forest or the empty bed. the villains are always attractive. the laws reluctant. a checkerboard of moments. pawns everywhere. a strategy of hammers in a game of glass. pieces find us. all latent colors and backward folds. lives like paper. choices like rain. the flesh is strategy. the bones are…
  • Immunity's Pendulum

    12 Mar 2015 | 9:05 pm
    it's cold here inside my skin. dim parables exploit the flesh. obvious crises foul the buttons. these arrogant machines. more superstition than science. these heavy bones. like a pendulum of trust. all this empty space. its silence echoing. bald fractions devour the math of lovers and friends. the decimal confesses. the portions deflate. the future came and went. while we were busy with the script. ice cubes in the glass. melting situations. paper protagnists. in the wet stories of men and women. the slope of touch. like spoiled medicines. the promise of disease as it shapes us. all blunt…
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  • mmcccxlix

    25 Mar 2015 | 11:28 pm
    Third PersonI dividemy timebetweencertainlyand dumb-er.
  • mmcccxlviii

    24 Mar 2015 | 11:54 pm
    Barnacle or BastionThe paint about thebedside pipes iscracking up, I could add as a question mark.I could.  I could alsopack many punchesinto a wonderfullyimpossible sentence,seemingly.  But will he ever!
  • mmcccxlvii

    23 Mar 2015 | 11:47 pm
    The Squirrelly Winter of FateThis morning I am suppressed.Impressed.  This morning I amdepressed, even though, anempress, I love the rain.Rain after rain all nightand rain off and on fordays beyond.  Or behind.My mind is more foggy days,solemnity, temerity, tempor-ality.  (“No, Mom, I don’t havea fever.”)  The current, however,is freezing.  Currently, I mean,my currency is frozen, and thelikelihood of an early thawis dim to none (with zeroarguments over dim-sum).Oil prices are tumblingand winter is nearly here.Or there.     Hurrah!
  • mmcccxlvi

    22 Mar 2015 | 11:33 pm
    “How rhetorical was your ‘Wait a minute!’?”I took one week off without worryduring the most worrisome era ofmy livelihood.          And what, you might ask,          did I do with that week?I took one week off without careduring the most loathsome time of my career.
  • mmcccxlv

    19 Mar 2015 | 11:52 pm
    Drought on Death PlanetFour years later, I am parkedout front of the unbelievablemall.  I would giggle to myneighbor if I had one, whisperabout such an ineluctable mis-reading.  Whispering between thegasps and giggles.  Gasping forfurther imagination, fantasy.  Butnow?  Fuck it if I am not in an old Ford pick-up.  What a truck!My grandfather’s, which I havedriven all the way to Little Rock(at sweet 16) to attend ChemistryCamp (to which one has to benominated).  Downstairs, moreplates crash against a very unimaginative wall.  The plates!!There must be…
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  • Apparition Poem #1215

    Adam Fieled
    26 Mar 2015 | 10:57 am
    #1215 Every day to face how innocents die from lack of adequate treatment, is like having to watch the same car-crash over and over endlessly; it will spike your poesy prosy, sharpness sheered from metaphors, make hairs stand on end, and turn you to Dante; surgically, it burns. The cruel thing about innocence is that it can’t come twice; senses that have registered infernal things will
  • Library Thing Emendations

    Adam Fieled
    25 Mar 2015 | 4:51 pm
    Updates to Library Thing pages for Cheltenham, Apparition Poems, Posit, Two Teens Trilogies, and at Author's Den for Cheltenham as well. Cheers.
  • Apparition Poems #1291, 1304

    Adam Fieled
    24 Mar 2015 | 11:11 am
    #1291 As I’m aging (painfully) I see I notice discrepancies fall in, out again, leaving no trace in my eyes I would see into, & it seems I am waiting for some new thing to memorialize, that I might feel alive again, up for conquests of the non-elegiac— blue skies, scraped streets, roses— but what moves the human world is a complete, total inversion of what’s supposed to be there, and what
  • SUNY Buffalo Special Collections

    Adam Fieled
    23 Mar 2015 | 9:48 am
    I'd like to thank SUNY Buffalo for keeping several of my books in their special collections: Cheltenham, When You Bit..., Opera Bufa, and Posit.
  • Clear Ether : John Keats in the Twenty-First Century (youblisher)

    Adam Fieled
    22 Mar 2015 | 9:56 am
    And in full-text from IA...
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    Chicano Poet

  • 27 Mar 2015 | 7:30 am

    27 Mar 2015 | 7:30 am
    G-L-O-R-I-A  In LoveGloria met a manwho suffered from the warshe thoughtthat she could heal himbut the damagewas too muchfor sex and loveto fix himthough the heartbe willingthe mindmust acquiesceshe did her bestnot to give uphe struggledwith happinessthe warleft such a messGloriahad enough of loveto last a lifetimeshe took offher prosthetic legs at nightto walk in dreams
  • 26 Mar 2015 | 6:11 pm

    26 Mar 2015 | 6:11 pm
    G-L-O-R-I-A's  RecoveryAfter months of rehabilitationafter months of learning how to useher artificial limbsGloria was better offthan her nationwhich had troublerecovering fromits woundsGloria acceptedher new lifewhile the nationstumbled and fellgot upas if it was drunkand still didn't knowhow to wield its powerall Gloria knewwas that she had done her part
  • 25 Mar 2015 | 5:04 pm

    25 Mar 2015 | 5:04 pm
    Positively Fourth StreetBacked up intoa corner of the barriome and mybuckteethhad to fightour way outme and myskinny assagainst the barriodon't do meany favorsI toldwhoever would listenon Calle Cuatro756 Fourth Streetto be more exactbloody noseblack eyesof course I waskicked in the nutsby my own barriobut I foughtmy way outno big dealeverybodycan doif a lousy poet can do itso can you
  • 19 Mar 2015 | 6:07 pm

    19 Mar 2015 | 6:07 pm
    El Silla De RuedasYou’ve got to wheel aroundDer Kommissarhe’s part Mexicanby matrimoniohe’s the devil’sown demoniomousy ratsporting a ten gallon hatquick to the drawwith only upper pawshis marshmallow legsdon’t feel hot chocolate eggswhen he wheels thru unweird Austinhe’s already rustina gun for every childhe issues ten commandants & then smilesDer Kommissar’s in townyou better watch your stepyou’ve got the wheel his ass aroundDer Kommissar
  • 18 Mar 2015 | 1:31 pm

    18 Mar 2015 | 1:31 pm
    Barrio GodThe barrio Godtook morethan seven daysto make this messthe tortilla factorybroadsidediesel bussespaused like breadButterkruston Broadwaywas a far out dreamfor the Catholicschool girlsdragged by their mothersto Centeno'sthe barrio Godstacked upin Studebakersa mangy dogof steering wheelshe put the rivertoo far awayfor abuelato kick its tiresa pot of beansquite bulletproofthe barrio Godwould stick his faceinto the boiling caldoand not ever thinkand that's how he createdthe gated barriofor us to keepas junk
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  • broken like that venus

    gautami tripathy
    1 Mar 2015 | 9:23 am
    the ghost of a sky opens up for us showing a glimpse of its mighty angerby the way of thunder but lightning is really the path if a circle can be called that fear of the unknown tears into... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • fly away

    gautami tripathy
    22 Feb 2015 | 8:42 am
    perched on the precipice  of uncut emotions the delicate yearning never stops the petals may bloom rivulets may fall into the river but the blues will not leave me alone such a hopeless... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • not just a comma

    gautami tripathy
    15 Feb 2015 | 8:13 am
    emptiness what of it, why act on it? just a state of blankness held by silent tears  which dry before they fall the child curls into a comma questing for loving warmth but the cold cobbled... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • all in a day's work....

    gautami tripathy
    8 Feb 2015 | 8:48 am
    Action Figures by Edith VonnegutI emit anger and look like a clown half naked with a vacuum cleaner still it does not instill fear in my kids, rather burst into fits of laughter they throw their... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • random words

    gautami tripathy
    1 Feb 2015 | 8:05 am
    I need I need to spread my wings I must not let the clouds to host in my heart I don't want the state to rescue me who needs a patron when one has oneself? the ticking will go on  to measure my... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
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    Silliman's Blog

  • 26 Mar 2015 | 9:00 pm

    26 Mar 2015 | 9:00 pm
    Michael McClure from a film by Richard O Moore
  • 26 Mar 2015 | 8:27 am

    26 Mar 2015 | 8:27 am
    Richard O Moore 1920 – 2015
  • 23 Mar 2015 | 3:59 pm

    23 Mar 2015 | 3:59 pm
    I have been using this blog somewhat differently this year, and suspect that I will continue to do so going forward. Rather than constructing unwieldy link lists, for example, I’ve been sharing those same sorts of links (along with some others, especially related to my sense of self as a citizen) on my Facebook page. There are limits to that approach, as there are to doing it here, but it
  • 16 Mar 2015 | 9:00 pm

    16 Mar 2015 | 9:00 pm
    Gertrude Stein & Virgil Thomson Four Saints in Three Acts Act One Act Two Act Three
  • 14 Mar 2015 | 9:00 pm

    14 Mar 2015 | 9:00 pm
    Talking with Nicole Markotić
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    The Best American Poetry

  • Bent Stutzes, Willie Mays, Bambi, Balanchine, Frogs in Bottles, Fonzie, Kissing Hemingway’s Ass, and other Tid-bites on Critiquing [by Alan Ziegler]

    Alan Ziegler
    26 Mar 2015 | 8:19 am
    A teenage gymnast was doing miraculous things in the Olympics. Her flexibility and strength were astonishing. The television commentator shrieked something like, “Oh no, she bent her knees on the stutz!” The knees had given a little, but it was amazing that they were still attached to her legs. This brings to mind what Coleridge refers to in Anima Poetae as “the head-dimming, heart-damping principle of judging a work by its defects, not its beauties.” Yes, Olympic commentators must deal with defects, and it is our obligation—when asked—to point out a writer’s botched literary…
  • Next Line, Please: On second thought, make it two! [by David Lehman]

    The Best American Poetry
    24 Mar 2015 | 12:27 pm
    Over at the American Scholar, the "Next Line, Please" contest continues. This time readers are invited to write two-line poems. When I edited The Oxford Book of American Poetry, I discovered a whole genre of two-line poems—poems that make their point quickly and efficiently, with maximum clarity and economy and usually more than a soupçon of wit. Let’s write two-line poems for next week. The trick is, you need to write approximately 10 of them to get one or two that are really terrific. So I encourage everyone to submit as many as five, optimally one on each of five successive days. The…
  • Hooray for Team Sestina!

    The Best American Poetry
    23 Mar 2015 | 10:24 am
    Over at the American Scholar, a group of committed poets have been writing a sestina, week by week, stanza by stanza. Last Tuesday, David Lehman picked a title, thus completing the poem. Here's what he writes about the title and the months-long collaboration: The title that strikes me as the most elegant, succinct, and pertinent is “Compline,” as proposed by Paul Michelsen. Compline is the Latin name for the night prayer, the final canonical prayer in the Catholic day, following Vespers. Our sestina is a prayer of sorts; it is endowed with religion and the spirit of divine immortality…
  • Introducing Scottish poets 8: John Glenday [by Robyn Marsack]

    The Best American Poetry
    23 Mar 2015 | 6:17 am
    Song for a Swift be owl my oldest night be wren my selfish grief be gull my restlessness be lark my disbelief be hawk my hidden path be dove my weary fist be swift my only soul my only soul be swift Printed by permission of the poet. John Glenday collects his poems together at long intervals, so a new book – this poem is in a collection due to be published in 2015 – is a treat for his admirers, of whom there are many. His third collection, Grain, was shortlisted for the Griffin International Poetry Prize in 2010, and the judges remarked: ‘His highly crafted lyrics are like wrought iron,…
  • Monday Comic by Nin Andrews

    The Best American Poetry
    23 Mar 2015 | 5:50 am
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    Harriet: The Blog

  • Abdul Ali Responds to Lucille Clifton’s Call

    Harriet Staff
    27 Mar 2015 | 7:30 am
    Abdul Ali reads at Busboys and Poets on May 17th. To prepare Washington D.C. audiences for Ali’s reading, Washington City Paper’s, Tanya Paperny reviews Abdul Ali’s debut book of poems: Trouble Sleeping. Like Lucille Clifton’s invocation “come celebrate/with me that everyday/something has tried to kill me/and has failed” Trouble Sleeping ends with a restless prayer: “this body is too tired from unsleep, please, Lord, let me down… way down, a little bit easy.” From Washington City Paper: African-American poet Lucille Clifton wrote in 1991,…
  • The Seventh Annual NYC/CUNY Chapbook Festival: March 31-April 2

    Harriet Staff
    27 Mar 2015 | 6:00 am
    It’s that time of year again! Best book event of the year! Year ye year ye! The Seventh Annual NYC/CUNY Chapbook Festival is happening from Tuesday, March 31 through Thursday, April 2. If you are in New York and like yourself some small presses, you are in luck. “THE NYC/CUNY CHAPBOOK FESTIVAL CELEBRATES THE CHAPBOOK AS A WORK OF ART AND A MEDIUM FOR ALTERNATIVE AND EMERGING WRITERS AND PUBLISHERS.” Speaking of publishers, you’ll find all of the following represented at the Book Fair (Thursday, April 2, from 10:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m. on the C-Level at the CUNY Graduate…
  • RIP Richard O. Moore

    Harriet Staff
    26 Mar 2015 | 1:00 pm
    From Garrett Caples at the City Lights blog, we learned the very sad news today of the death of Richard O. Moore at the age of 95. Moore was a pioneering television broadcaster with a long-time connection to the Bay Area poetry world. He was a contributor to this month’s issue of Poetry. His latest, and only his second, book will be published next month by Omnidawn. More from City Lights: It is with much sadness that I have to report that poet and filmmaker Richard O. Moore died on March 25, 2015, a week before the official publication of his new book, Particulars of Place, by Omnidawn.
  • ‘What Is All This Doing to Chinese Poetry?’ PRI Visits Chinese Poets of the 21st Century

    Harriet Staff
    26 Mar 2015 | 12:00 pm
    For PRI’s “Soundworks,” Alina Simone visited the contemporary poetry scene in China. Simone writes that, while, in the United States, few suggest “to really understand America, read some modern poetry.” However, in China, “where it seems like everyone is writing poetry, that might be just the thing to do.” From PRI: In the US, where poetry can feel like the exclusive domain of MFA grads and disaffected teens, I would never say to someone, “If you really want to understand America, read some modern poetry.” But in today’s China, where it seems…
  • Poetry Mixtape V

    Elaine Kahn
    26 Mar 2015 | 10:30 am
    I don’t think I’ve written any poetry since 2008 that Ally Harris hasn’t edited, annotated, crossed out, or signed-off on. We were in school together at Iowa and wound up taking the same workshop all four semesters. I remember the first poem of hers I ever read had some line about the untwisting lipstick of a dog boner; she’s an incredibly gifted writer and an equally talented, extremely rigorous reader. She included liner notes for her poetry mixtape, so I’m pasting them along with the images below. Ally Harris has two chapbooks of poems, Her Twin Was After Me…
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    Dunstan Carter : Poetry

  • An Old Hermit’s Song

    26 Mar 2015 | 6:09 pm
    Pleasure to him Is a trouble dressed up With nowhere to go, An unexpected Dance of disturbance In a world where the dead Have lost most of their meaning, And the living Are tickling fools. The wrinkled idiot In the corner of his brain Reckons we are dealing with The power of tormented scorpions, A biblical mirage gone wrong. I like to think he’s just restless, A changeless whisper Returning to life As soon as panic sets in, A turbulent thinker, An old hermit’s song.
  • Dry Lips Gifting

    20 Mar 2015 | 4:47 pm
    You couldn’t really Call them words, They were Murmured melodies, Half way between Groaning and laughter, Dry lips gifting A quick whispered epilogue, The tiniest circles of spittle Gently frothing to a close; It’s the sound people make When they suddenly realise There’s no longer Any need to explain Every awkward mistake, To balance out The feelings of others And talk just to starve silence. To some it’s a sigh, A release, A full stop, To me it’s the sound As a distant star pops.
  • Smoke Plumes

    28 Feb 2015 | 3:41 pm
    Smoke plumes Break the stillness, A high pitched siren Splits the white noise And the rise of barking dogs Disturbs the scattered birds; Curtains twitch with worry, Skin quivers in the darkness And naturally we fear the worst. Not one of us guessed It was a gas leak, We’ve all seen the news, Absorbed the sad faces And used excuses to prove We are golden. Now we drink tea, Hold hands and sing Our own propaganda, As the soft subtle dance Of ash gently descending Tells its own simple story And fades, Settling at our feet And forgetting Everything, Anything Real.
  • Community

    21 Feb 2015 | 5:34 pm
    It seems These days The only Real sin Is painting Your number On another Man’s bin.
  • The Worry Hunt

    20 Feb 2015 | 4:42 pm
    Ah yes, The worry hunt, The frantic sprint Under shadowed archways, Fog hit bridges Before dawn, And the Eerily still parks, Where the trees Whistle wild, And the wind whispers Wayward words As the wandering Wavers then ends; But the wondering continues, The smash and grab Through recent histories And the mysteries Of who did what? And where it went wrong, A slip of the tongue And a crow bar prising, Creaking, Surprising the anger That got bottled Deep within, Next to the aspirin On the shelf Above the bin.
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    Robert Peake

  • Four Poems from The Knowledge (Plus Video)

    Robert Peake
    17 Mar 2015 | 8:00 am
    “The Knowledge is quirky, wide-ranging, luminous and completely enthralling. If there were an A  —  Z of all the places poetry should take us, this would be it.”  — John Glenday Nine Arches Press has compiled four poems from my forthcoming collection, The Knowledge, along with a video of me reading one of the poems and answering some questions about it. For those of you who have been curious about what this new book might contain, here is a sneak peek between the covers. Enjoy. The post Four Poems from The Knowledge (Plus Video) appeared first on Robert…
  • The Knowledge Now Available to Pre-Order

    Robert Peake
    2 Mar 2015 | 12:00 am
    “The work is elegant and strong. If it is silk, then it is silk over steel.” -Rachel Stirling, stirlingwriter.com I am excited to announce that The Knowledge, my debut full-length collection of poetry, is now available to pre-order directly from the publisher at the Nine Arches Press website. The book ships worldwide, at reasonable rates, at the end of April. It contains poems begun in my MFA in Writing programme as well as many written in response to the remarkable past four years living in and near London. Nine Arches Press won “Most Innovative Publisher” in the most…
  • Silk Over Steel: First Review of The Knowledge

    Robert Peake
    5 Feb 2015 | 4:33 am
    Good things happen on Twitter. I have Gail Borrow to thank for introducing me (and my work) to Rachel Stirling via this recent tweet exchange. @Stirlingwriter Ah, a lovely challenge for a Thurs morn! The work of @PeakePoetics is my response.  —  Gail Borrow (@GailBorrow) January 29, 2015 I scrambled an electronic review copy of my forthcoming book The Knowledge, and she read deeply into the poems. The poet moves from couplet through the numbered stanzas to free verse, and back again, with confidence and grace. The pace is impressive, largely because the poems are a joy of…
  • Namesake (Film-Poem)

    Robert Peake
    3 Feb 2015 | 1:39 am
    Click to watch video About the Poem I essentially wrote this poem for a dare. Click here to read the text of the poem, and more about how it came to be. Process Notes Having already enhanced this ekphrastic poem with imagery, I decided that a film-poem seemed like an obvious next step. Visually, the film follows the poem’s concerns about different kinds of reality — personal, virtual, and historical — by playing with dimensionality. It gave me the opportunity to try out parallax 2.5d animation using all open-source tools (Gimp and Blender), which I…
  • Interview with Paulo Brito Online

    Robert Peake
    2 Feb 2015 | 2:44 pm
    I first met Portuguese artist and editor Paulo Brito online. He kindly published an essay I wrote about magical realism in his journal The Ironic Fantastic, and then re-approached me recently for an interview on his website. In it, I talk about my influences and mentors, current projects, and writing process. You can read all about it on his website, Porta VIII. Many thanks to Paulo for this. The post Interview with Paulo Brito Online appeared first on Robert Peake.
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    The Nahmias Cipher Report

  • ISIS Continues to Exterminate Yezidis, Yet Mainstream Media Muted in Coverage of Atrocities

    Elvan Katmer
    9 Mar 2015 | 1:29 pm
    Elvan Katmer, Contributing Journalist Last Modified: 17:39 p.m. EDT, 09 March 2015 IRAQ, Nineveh Province – Charlie Hebdo, a weekly magazine based in Paris, France which pilloried religion (Catholicism, Islam, and Judaism), the racist rants of extreme right entities like the nationalist National Front Party (NF), among other topics, and professed to be both secular, atheist, […]
  • The Radical Feminist, Afghanistan’s Sara Bahayi

    Ayanna Nahmias
    28 Feb 2015 | 12:00 am
    Ayanna Nahmias, Editor-in-Chief Last Modified: 03:01 a.m. EDT, 28 February 2015 AFGHANISTAN, Mazar-i-Sharif – Yesterday, U.S. citizens awoke to ‘news reports’ that a YouTube video of a dress that changed colors had received 25+ million hits. People spoke about it on elevators, argued their selection of colors in cafeterias, shared and watched the video on their […]
  • Is Saudi Arabia on Path Toward Balance?

    Vineeta tiwari
    19 Feb 2015 | 8:36 pm
    Vinita Tiwari, Middle East Correspondent Last Modified: 23:40 p.m. DST, 19 February 2015 RIYADH, Saudi Arabia –  Geographically located at the geopolitical crossroads of the Middle East and the West, Saudi Arabia has come a long way from being known only as a religiously constrained nation dominated by hardline conservatives focused more on internal governance […]
  • Chapel Hill Atheist, Craig Hicks, Executes Muslim Family Over Parking Spot

    Ayanna Nahmias
    14 Feb 2015 | 5:15 pm
    Ayanna Nahmias, Editor-in-Chief Last Modified: 20: 15 p.m. EDT, 14 February 2015 CHAPEL HILL, North Carolina – Three young people were murdered execution style on Wednesday, February 11th. The community and subsequently people from around the world were shocked by the news that these young Muslims had each been shot in the head. They were […]
  • Neo-Nazism, Roma, and the Baby in the Middle

    Ayanna Nahmias
    9 Feb 2015 | 3:06 pm
    Ayanna Nahmias, Editor-in-Chief Last Modified: 18:06 p.m. EDT, 09 February 2015 MAKO, Hungary – In America, racism is identified primarily as a ‘black’ and ‘white’ issue. It is considered a systemic problem that evolved out of slavery and continues to be promulgated by people on both sides through ideology, lack of education, and plain hatred. […]
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  • Magma Competition celebratory evening at Keats House

    Wes Brown
    16 Mar 2015 | 5:46 am
    Why not join us for a celebratory evening with Magma Competition judge and special guest Jo Shapcott at Keats House on Friday March 27th, 7-8.30pm, when the winners of the 2014/15 Magma Competition will read their prizewinning poems. Venue: Nightingale Room, 10 Keats Grove, Hampstead, London NW3 2RR (nearest station: Hampstead Heath Overground / ten minutes walk from Hampstead tube station) Doors open 6.30 pm. FREE admission includes a glass of wine, but donations welcome. Please RSVP here or contact sales@magmapoetry.com for more information. 
  • Blog Review 41: Katherine Stansfield Reviews ‘The Midlands’ by Tony Williams

    Katherine Stansfield
    6 Mar 2015 | 2:13 am
    Tony Williams’ second collection, The Midlands, begins on a rather gloomy note, with the first line proclaiming, ‘The Midlands are crying’. But the detail of what provokes the despair makes it convincing, heartfelt and all the more pervasive: They cry in the carparks of aerodromes, deep in the cellars         of buildings that used to be bookshops. They cry over fences, at steam-engine rallies.         They cry over dogs and bags of granulated sugar. The poem tells us that ‘Here is neither one thing nor the…
  • Blog Review 40: Richie McCaffery Reviews ‘Bedouin of the London Evening: Collected Poems’ by Rosemary Tonks

    Richie McCaffery
    2 Feb 2015 | 12:26 am
    It says something, perhaps, about the power and mystery of Rosemary Tonks’ life (once the toast of literary 1960s Soho, turned religious recluse who repudiated all of her work) that I should have heard of her long before I read one of her poems. The image I had of her was a person who had disowned the craft of poetry but was still followed by a select band of stalwarts, initiates and rare booksellers. Until recently, I think there has been some truth in that, but Neil Astley is to be praised for all of his excavation, research and archival work in collecting together Tonks’ long…
  • Call for contributions – Magma 63 on the theme of ‘Conversation’

    Susannah Hart & Lisa Kelly
    1 Feb 2015 | 10:11 am
    ‘What is the use of a book’, thought Alice, ‘without pictures or conversation?’ Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland At Magma, we’ve been talking. As you know we’re having a National Conversation (about poetry) and we want you to share your poems on the theme of ‘Conversation’ with us to be published in Magma 63. Everybody talks, but what makes a good conversation?  Is it an art?  Many conversations start with a question or questioning and good conversationalists are often good listeners.  Are your conversations controversial? Some of us only know what we’re thinking as…
  • Blog Review 39: Geoff Sawers Reviews the 2014 Faber New Poets Pamphlets

    Geoff Sawers
    27 Jan 2015 | 1:19 am
    There are four pamphlets in 2014′s Faber New Poets series: 9: Rachael Allen 10: Will Burns 11: Zaffar Kunial 12: Declan Ryan Sixteen pages is quite a slender space in which to make your mark, but Rachael Allen gives us, in effect, two separate sequences, as her pamphlet interleaves found language/trash-culture prose poems with a set of childhood memory/Cornish landscapes. All offer quite static images; no movement is attempted, and the relationship between the two sequences isn’t clear, as they bleed at times into each other, leaving a giddy, slightly seasick, sugar-rush feeling in…
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    Poet Mom

  • 2015 National Poetry Month Poster

    27 Mar 2015 | 3:17 am
    Here's the 2015 National Poetry Month poster from the Academy of American Poets. It arrived in the mail today. I have every NPM poster created since 2000. Most of them are in my office at work, but I'm keeping this one at home because I love it so much. Created by New Yorker Cartoonist Roz Chast, this poster features the first three lines of Mark Strand's poem, "Eating Poetry":Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.There is no happiness like mine.I have been eating poetry.When the kids came home from school and saw this poster, it gave me a opportunity to talk about a poem I love with them,…
  • Virginia Festival of the Book 2015

    25 Mar 2015 | 7:22 am
    It's been so long since I've been to a festival as a reader that I almost forgot how much I enjoy it. Despite the awful travel--snowy night in Boston, being rerouted from Charlottesville to Richmond (thanks, Delta!), and driving 75 miles to the festival--I had a terrific time. Heck, it was 60 degrees with no snow on the ground. The weather was worth the travel alone.Here are a few pictures from Virginia Festival of the Book.Misery Islands!I didn't take any pictures at my reading with Dan Albergotti and David Roderick, but I did take a few of the reading with Patrick Phillips, Mary-Sherman…
  • Confession Tuesday

    24 Mar 2015 | 7:01 am
    Happy Tuesday folks. It's Tuesday. Time for your confessions. Here's a picture of Ella and me goofing off at our local community access channel BevCam. Our favorite storyteller and poet Tony Toledo asked The Improbable Colleen Michaels and me to do a guest spot on his new show Speak Up. When the link's available, I'll add it. Colleen and I took our kids so they could see the television studio. Taping two episodes back-to-back was harder than I thought, and the thought of me appearing on screen weirds me out. But it was fun and I was able to plug the Mass Poetry Fest, which is…
  • Virginia Festival of the Book

    17 Mar 2015 | 9:19 pm
    I'm traveling to my home state to read at the Virginia Festival of the Book this weekend. It's the second time I've read here--it's a terrific event. Hope you can join Dan, David and me for an afternoon of poetry.Poetry: Dan Albergotti, January O’Neil, and David RoderickSat. March 21, Noon-1 p.m.New Dominion Bookshop404 E Main St, Charlottesville, VA 22902Poets Dan Albergotti (Millennial Teeth), January Gill O’Neil (Misery Islands), and David Roderick (The Americans) read from and discuss their work.
  • Confession Tuesday

    17 Mar 2015 | 6:42 pm
    It's Tuesday. Time to fess up, folks!Yoga for Poets. I'm sure such a thing exists.On a snowy Sunday morning, I took my first yoga class. Taught by Chris Warner at her studio north of Boston, I have to say it was an amazing experience. Chris has been practicing for nearly 20 years and teaching for half of them, so I felt like I was in good hands. That morning, I really felt as if I did something just more me.I won't lie--yoga is hard. I have no core strength, and apparently no balance in many of the floor positions. Also, I am not that flexible (no surprise there). But it did open me up; it…
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    Shadow Dancing with Mind

  • HAIKU MASTER SERIES - Sōchō & Sōgi

    Shashi S
    8 Mar 2015 | 11:02 pm
    A series on discussing Haiku Masters and their poetry. This is the first one of the series. Hope you would like it.VERSE ONE______What could be the cause of it – That I should feel such love again? – Sogi While I still have you,Why think of anyone elseWhy this discontent? – SochoAt certain juncture in renga, love or yearnings (omoi) had to be touched on before moving to other pre-designated topics of poetic converse. The Master Sogi (1421 -1502) here poses a riddle: Why do I love when already I love? Socho (1448 – 1532) caps his masters verse…
  • GOOGLE PLUS 10K CLUB, 3.7 Million Views & 400K hits

    Shashi S
    8 Mar 2015 | 10:25 pm
    THANK YOU 10K PLUS FOLLOWERS... And 3.7 Million views and 400K hits on the blog____________________Being a common man, with some common ideas, thoughts and things to share, it's a pleasure to see that there are so many people want to read what I write; share my passion and travel with me through various images, photographs and my wordsI am grateful for 10K plus friends and 3.7 Million Views . Thank you .Its makes me feel connected to all, who  have followed me through my various spiritual journeys, some of the verses Haiku that I have had penned, and read through some…
  • BOOK CLUB READING: Flora by Gail Godwin

    Shashi S
    19 Feb 2015 | 7:43 pm
    Flora by Gail GodwinA book about self obsessed child, Helen who is not able to look beyond her own nose to see what's happening around her and still able to hold on her own, when her mainstay of the life, Grand Mother dies. In the small cottage she comes to live with her relative Flora, while her father is working elsewhere... This is a story about her summer days with Flora, who is quite unassuming and her coming of age.The language is beautifully simple and a child's psychology is truthfully portrayed. I love the way, there are slashes of revelations and how the tragic end cuts across the…
  • HINDU LIT FOR LIFE 2015 : And the winner is...

    Shashi S
    18 Jan 2015 | 12:46 pm
    ... The amazing audience of Chennai. Where else in the country, you will find such an engaged audience that can ask question across the auditorium and be heard without mike. And Hats off to Hindu Lit For Life team for creating such a lovely event. It was a pleasure to be here. Thank you. Now, let me take you for a walk among the stars of the festival and some lovely sessions, where thoughts lead to thinking, and thinking lead to creativity that enveloped the beautiful venue.DAY - 2A VOICE OF ONE'S OWN... A heart to heart talk, where T M Krishna and Dayanita Singh explored their…
  • HINDU LIT FOR LIFE - Day 1: A Walk Among the Galaxy of Stars

    Shashi S
    16 Jan 2015 | 7:18 pm
    From the sidelines of the best literary festival down south - Day 1The Hindu has been doing a great service to the literary inclined Chennaites for last five years and each year has seen it grow in its stature and quality. This year with 100% growth in the registrations, the curator, Ms. Nirmala Lakshman (Director – The Hindu Group), along with Programme Director Ms. Rachna Singh Davidar and consultant Ms. Prasanna Ramaswamy and the team, has made this event, one of the best Lit Fest in India, by bringing some of the brightest minds of our times to the forum.After the ritual lighting of the…
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  • The Writing Life: The Writer’s Delusion and Telling it Slant

    Charity Singleton Craig
    27 Mar 2015 | 5:00 am
    My writing desk overlooks our fenced-in backyard where red squirrels chase each other in death-defying scamps along the edge of our privacy fence and up the bark of a giant poplar. Behind and around me, wooden bookshelves stand sentry over my work. The sun warms me as I sit in front of my laptop sipping apple cinnamon tea, and my four-year-old black Lab, Tilly, lays her head in my lap hoping for a nibble of the peanuts I’ve been snacking on. She stares with those big brown eyes, tail wagging expectantly. “Okay,” I tell her, and she uses her tiny front teeth to wriggle the peanuts from…
  • Castle Conversations: Arianna Huffington at Manhattanville College

    L. L. Barkat
    26 Mar 2015 | 11:17 am
    “It starts like a threeeler!” says Arianna, trilling the “th” and turning the word thriller into something exotic, with her signature Greek accent—an accent she initially takes several minutes to discuss and turn to her humorous advantage. Those five words about the thriller-nature of Thrive‘s opening contain just about everything you’d want to know from the Castle Conversations evening at Manhattanville College: the pain of discovery in a broken cheek and pool of blood that led Arianna to write the book (read about Thrive’s poetic leanings, here);…
  • The Best in Poetry: This Month’s Top Ten Poetic Picks

    LW Lindquist
    26 Mar 2015 | 5:00 am
    The best in poetry (and poetic things) 1 Art Do you fiddle with photography? Try your hand with Instagram? Ever wonder how that other Instagrammer posts photos of their food, or laundry pile or even their feet that look like masterpieces when yours just look like half-eaten Chipotle, a messy living room and, um, dingy athletic socks? Most of which, especially the feet, I’d be happy enough if we stopped trying to make into masterpieces. But since this is the age of the Internet (except that in a few minutes we’ll discover this is the post-Internet, and we’ll explain all that…
  • A More Beautiful Question: Improving the Questions We Ask

    LW Lindquist
    25 Mar 2015 | 5:00 am
    I once worked for a company that was seemingly unafraid of change. In fact, in the first month I was there, my department underwent three separate reorganizations, followed by a fourth which was actually company-wide. Each time, workloads were redistributed, the organizational chart redrawn, and reporting lines rearranged. It’s hard to say whether one upheaval was better than another, mostly because none of the changes was given sufficient time to be fully implemented and its kinks worked out. Now, lest you believe this company’s management was fond of change for its own sake, I…
  • Poets and Poems: Brian Felsen and “Female Figure (Possibly Venus)”

    Glynn Young
    24 Mar 2015 | 2:00 am
    Brian Felsen was president of CD Baby, Book Baby and Host Baby. At a writer’s conference in San Francisco, he participated in a late night poetry reading for Book Baby, and read some of his own poems. The writers hearing them urged him to publish, and the eventual result was Female Figure (Possibly Venus). It is a small volume, comprised of 22 poems. They address love, romance and relationships, but if there is an overarching theme, it is that these poems are about language. And art. Playing with language. Sometimes playful language and images. Using art works as reference points. And the…
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  • Hell Is Waiting For Your Answer Forever

    21 Mar 2015 | 7:33 pm
    You destroy me I build sandcastles in devotion to you and you flatten them with a wave of your hand then you recede into the deep and I am left alone on the shore skipping stones that sink as unanswered prayers.
  • You Are Who You Eat

    17 Mar 2015 | 9:47 pm
    I went fishing once and the fish caught me cause I couldn’t gut it I couldn’t keep it I had to let it go seeing its fish eyes bulging watching it dying in the air I breathed was too much for this ten year old to take so I tossed it bleeding and bloodied back into the lake that was the day I stopped eating sushi and I’ll stop eating steak when I have such an intimate connection with a cow.  
  • Mozart Is Alive While Harold Lloyd Died

    8 Mar 2015 | 10:17 pm
    The shelf life of comedy is as long as the laugh that  comes after it while the shelf life of music can supersede the symphony of plutonium itself just listen to Mozart just watch a Harold Lloyd movie you will hear you will see what I mean still we need to be funny knowing it is so temporary why is it insanity when the great Harold Lloyd would have died for his comedy when Buster Keaton broke bones for a joke few know how easy Mozart had it sitting on the piano bench writing A Little Night Music while Harold Lloyd hung twelve stories above New York without a net and Buster Keaton literally…
  • Why The Salmon Rode The Motorcycle

    1 Mar 2015 | 8:54 pm
    How many fish get to the ocean’s skim see the beach see the bathers’ feet and think ‘what’s out there for me?’ As we look to the stars and wonder about life on Mars thank God thank evolution that some had the fish guts to see how far our dreams can take us.    
  • Seeing Beyond Infinity

    26 Feb 2015 | 7:54 pm
    The sun doesn’t rise nor does it set we do but we’re all so small and our eyes are so wide we think we believe reality while in dim light our eyesight widens looking into nothing from the corners of our eyes we see things we can’t see when we see directly into the possibility of everything look left when you want to see right.
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    Dark Matter

  • Stagger Lee

    Tony Brown
    26 Mar 2015 | 4:01 pm
    Originally posted 12/17/2010. From the St. Louis Globe-Democrat, Dec. 26th, 1895: “William Lyons, 25, a levee hand, was shot in the abdomen yesterday evening at 10 o’clock in the saloon of Bill Curtis, at Eleventh and Morgan Streets, by Lee Sheldon, a carriage driver. “Lyons and Sheldon were friends and were talking together. Both parties, it seems, had been drinking and were feeling in exuberant spirits. The discussion drifted to politics, and an argument was started, the conclusion of which was that Lyons snatched Sheldon’s hat from his head. The latter indignantly…
  • Half, Awake

    Tony Brown
    26 Mar 2015 | 7:05 am
    Originally posted on 7/19/2009. A man with long hair and memoryis trying to break into my house to rob or smudge me while I am sleeping. I hear him trying the locks and murmuring to himself.It’s not a language I understand but I recognize it as what I hear whenever I contemplatenature versus nurture. Louisville Slugger behind the door,Bowie knife in the nightstand drawer. One move, and I can pull that knife. Two steps, and I can have that bat in my hand. Two more and I can bewaiting behind the cabinetwhere he won’t see meas he enters, but I’m still lying herewith…
  • A Bad Idea

    Tony Brown
    25 Mar 2015 | 12:23 pm
    Originally posted 8/8/2013. A Bad Idea hugs my neck with icy meat paws, smears me with an evil kiss from a greasepaint devil’s face; takes me out, gets me drunk  and lets me slip, in disguise and unnoticed, to the floor of a convenient dive. If this wasn’t all mostly metaphorI’d have handled it badly years agoand wound up without an eye, thumb, or testicle but I’m intact enough that when he’s around I forget all my years of sense. Mr. Bad Idea, you think we’d be past this.   You’d think we would be so intimately acquainted by now that…
  • Ideation

    Tony Brown
    23 Mar 2015 | 7:33 pm
    Yesterday was one of those days: blue, cold, regrettable through and through, and I wanted  to die. The day before too: it smelled awful and left a stain. There were arguments and I wanted to die. Today’s better.  The sun was high and I worked hard and well. The wind didn’t hurt my face. I wanted to die. You think it’s ridiculous. You think it means nothing, that up and down living is normal. For me, so is wanting to die. Every day it comes to mind: I want to die.  Every day good or bad it comes to mind at some point, unbidden, unbound to circumstance: I want to die, I…
  • Sovereign Animals

    Tony Brown
    23 Mar 2015 | 3:47 pm
    A world full of  sovereign animals so tired of us using them, so tired of us making them into symbols, giving them our emotions, making them into shadow humans. They’re so tired of us. Hell, I’m so tired of us, tired of not being my own sovereign animal, so tired of the urge to paint my meaning onto Others without their permission. I struggle with knowing every avenue that begins within and can be traveled into the farthest distance needs no hawk soaring on ahead, can be followed  without my needing  the soundtrack of a lion’s heart. I was so comfortable on the mattress…
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    Heartful Whispers

  • 20/03/15. Writer's Block.

    20 Mar 2015 | 9:11 am
    Writers blockIt’s not the nightmare you dread because you can’t write anymore.It’s the reason why.Because it’s like nothing inspires you,This infinite cosmos just tires youand nothing really matters enoughto immortalise it in the ink of a digital screen.You scream in frustration,hoping the noise will wake up even a single sleeping brain cellAnd set into a motion a train of thoughtthat ought be on the right track for a half decent poem.But you lack the capability to get that farAnd you end up stuck at the screaming partTrying to kick start a chamber of your sceptic heart, So that it…
  • 31/01/15. Unity.

    18 Feb 2015 | 5:21 am
    Written for performance at the Unity Dinner, held to commemorate the opening of the new Prayer Rooms in University of Nottingham's Sutton Bonington Campus (04/02/2015).Sometimes I look at the world around me I'm astounded by the dichotomy,surrounded by division and unfairness and despondency Where people are a commodity, Facing the worst atrocities, There’s striking inequality unrest and animosity. War, illegal methodology Peace? Leaders of hypocrisy A policy of Dishonesty,Uncontrolled monstrosities This cacophony of a reality becomes so hard to bear,when I look at the world around me.But…
  • 22/11/14. Tulip.

    22 Nov 2014 | 3:49 am
    You are a lonely little tulipflushed with the red rage of youthas you rise through the dirt to find your place. And you are wise enough to know these nettles are as wild as weeds as you are but too foolish to know the difference is the smile upon your face.As it rains, I watch you shiver,and I see the teardrop raindrops drip from the petals of your face.And I run to shelter you,umbrella hands to hold you and fight back the water that dares make you weep.I will keep you safe.I promise. But my hands, they shake.The wind stings as it lashes against my raw…
  • 16/11/14. Debris.

    16 Nov 2014 | 8:39 am
    We come together from the corners of our far-away stars,From across the endless galaxies in darkest space,Like the debris of our broken hearts, we flyAs we search for that new, familiar face. But when we find that unknown face we knew,We feel such a strange kind of joyful sorrow,We collide and we burn and we love and we glow,Only to become debris once again, tomorrow
  • 24/08/14. Between Mountains.

    5 Sep 2014 | 2:49 am
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    Psalms and Psychoses

  • Photos of Intramuros

    Jeremiah Castelo
    10 Mar 2015 | 1:52 pm
    Photos of Intramuros The post Photos of Intramuros appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
  • Fire Dancers of White Beach at Puerto Galera

    Jeremiah Castelo
    7 Mar 2015 | 8:02 pm
    Fire Dancers of White Beach at Puerto Galera The post Fire Dancers of White Beach at Puerto Galera appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
  • Images of Manila, Philippines

    Jeremiah Castelo
    21 Feb 2015 | 7:56 pm
    The Philippine Dichotomy: A land where money is scarce but smiles are as abundant as the people that give them to you. Traffic rules are ignored but respect for the fellow human is a law that would never be broken. The post Images of Manila, Philippines appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
  • Dramatic Music Score – Demo Reel – The End of the Dream

    Jeremiah Castelo
    13 Jan 2015 | 2:27 pm
    This dramatic music score entitled The End of the Dream is track #4 from This Man's Burden, and is synched with ink drop clips by Jacob Schwarz and stock video footage of dust, water, and fireworks. The post Dramatic Music Score – Demo Reel – The End of the Dream appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
  • The Taste of Water

    Jeremiah Castelo
    9 Jan 2015 | 6:44 pm
    You are heartwarmth in winter You are the wind that rustles the orange and green ornaments, delicately clinging to wooden […] The post The Taste of Water appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
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    More than Words !

  • BELIEVE: Be and Live

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    20 Mar 2015 | 5:52 am
    Let me tell you a secretthat all the myths and fairy-tales you haveever listened, read or heardare all true.Each one of them,howmuch ever absurd they might be,they all have the roots of truth.They have meanings,they symbolize,they speak,of something unspeakable.Mythologiesare romantic cliches,that touches thedeepest of all humanknowledge.Greek or Norse,Himalayan or Egyptian,all myths hold the secrets ofthe universal balanceand delight.From Osiris toHanuman.From Cinderella toRamba.From Shamanism in Siberiato Chandi Dance in Nepal,all myths are the expression ofeverlasting wisdom.Mortal eyes…
  • Grandeur: A Joyful Suddenness !

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    17 Mar 2015 | 8:05 am
    An atom, can react in ways im-possible. Every now and then it defies all of its own existence. The grandeur is immense.Watch the glinting ofthe morning light. And hold a thought of beauty in your mind. All of beauty which flashes and refracts in the platform of your brain. Take a glass of water, and know that you evolvedin her comforting womb. This is not a formation of spiritual indices. Its your lovingincubation of life. You make the universe exist in the fabric of spacetime.Its a joyful suddenness that sparks…
  • Breath: What are we made of, if not dreams and star-dust.

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    13 Mar 2015 | 12:20 am
    The brain has more than two hundred trillion neural connections-connecting the dots of moments to the fabric of reality.The frontier of every moment is the actualization of experience. And we as beings, enter the uncharted territoryof organic consciousness in inorganic sophistication. Which is, Connected by one thread and one thread alone. To breath.To breath is to live. The continuous process of infinite expansion and contraction. And everything in-between. Birth and death as I see it are not two phenomenons. They are the…

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    28 Feb 2015 | 7:56 am
    Dear love,You are my existential pendant.Not of the external but of the core,of the heart and of the being.Do you know, pendant and appendagecomes from the same root word, 'Pendere'which means to hang. Not as the externalbut as the internal. Something whichis grooved inside the roots. Do you know Pendere,comes from the root word 'Pen'which means to draw or sketch.I am drawing myself in your being.You are painting yourself in me.We are slowly being one,and flying to the edge of infinity.Do you know Pen,comes from the word 'Penna'which means wings. And you my lovecertainly give me wings.So I…
  • The Phoenix that rises in the Molecular structure of Matter !

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    19 Feb 2015 | 10:32 pm
    The altar of humanity goes through the constant process of alteration. The ruins of the past shape the fertile soil to the evolution of future. McKenna is very correct, when he says that the universe is a novelty producing machine. The fire of life, the art of being cannot cease to exist. It will preserve itself even in the void of nothingness. And it shall rise as the phoenix, in the molecular structure of matter. And of consciousness. The universe writes itself in the essential resources of continuation. And by that…
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  • Producer's Notes: Building The Groovalottos Album Pt. 6

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    11 Mar 2015 | 2:23 pm
    A little more flavor in the pot from EddieAn element in the novel MUMBO JUMBO, by Ishmael Reed is a virus called Jes Grew that causes white people to become obsessed with Black culture. According to the text, it's the cause of the roaring 20's and the jazz age. America, being a segregated nation at it's roots, has a curious habit of categorizing music to the extent that they segregate music from itself. Also having a cultural addiction to exploitation, musical forms can be co-opted from their originators and the history re-written. Much of American music is rooted in the African and…
  • Producer's Notes: Building The Groovalottos Album Pt 5

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    20 Feb 2015 | 4:54 pm
    When bass players rock the drums...With any favorite dish, it's the seasonings that make the flavors of the main ingredients stand out. Seasoning and spice is that fine detail in a recipe that can make it or break it. For a funk and soul recording, the percussion tracks are the seasoning. You can change the entire feel and mood of a song based on what percussion you use and how it's played. Something as simple as a tambourine, cowbell or conga drum can become the difference between a classic hit records and a dud.In these days of electronica, percussion tracks are usually samples and…
  • Good Bye to A Gifted & Caring Educator: Dr Paul E Reisch

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    16 Feb 2015 | 2:22 pm
    Dr Reisch from the 1986 M&A Yearbook... they misspelled his nameThere is a subtle difference between a teacher and an educator. A teacher teaches, imparts knowledge and information about how do do something. An educator does the same except what they teach you are things that can carry over to other areas and aspects of your life. An educator elevates you and your consciousness by inspiring critical thought about a given topic or the world around you in general.Such can be said about Dr Paul Reisch, a former faculty member and alum of LaGuardia High School of the Arts in New York City,…
  • A Lesson In Character for Governor Baker: Bravo Dr Scott

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    16 Feb 2015 | 12:36 pm
    A major amount of kudos and credit goes to Dr Beverly Scott, the soon-to-be former General Manager of the MBTA in Boston. Her on-air resignation as the answer to Governor Baker's criticism was very classy, bold and necessary. This also was a very public break and response to the psychological game that gets run on people of color in leadership positions when thrown under the bus by their so-called superiors.Governor Charlie Baker pulled a very familiar move in his criticism of Dr Scott. Somehow, he looked past being "disappointed" with the Department of Public Works and their failure at snow…
  • Mashpee Wampanoag Voters Have The Right To Choose

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    6 Feb 2015 | 12:47 pm
    Variety Packs, like slates, always have one or two that don't suit your tastes...As a kid and even later as an adult, I never liked the Kellogg's Variety Packs of cereal. For one thing, they lied: the boxes made terrible cereal bowls and the milk always leaked out of the wax paper; and for another thing, they always had two or three cereals that I didn't like. The same is true for candidate slates in elections. There are six seats to fill and each one needs to be filled by the best possible candidates based on the judgment of the voters.Understand, I love all of the people running for tribal…
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    Miklos Arany

  • Sugar Sweet

    19 Mar 2015 | 5:20 pm
    Stop feeling sorry for yourself; Always look on the bright side; Jesus saves; things can only. I feel sorry for everyone who Hasn’t succeeded at forgetting. Life is contingent, magicless, A candle burning by an open Window beneath a field of stars. There are wolves in my heart. We’re all innately good, but It’s unreachable in a dark Well of hunger and a dark Night of fear, deep beyond Any fathomable depth, lost. I more than most could have Been so many things, done So much, but guided by decoys Find myself outside all walls In a trackless desert, alone, Understanding all,…
  • Before Dawn

    17 Mar 2015 | 8:49 am
    The restless, flickering midnight eyesLike low lamps in the dark cannot close.Falling on a wire grid, electric in the skin,Fear blazes like sirens, ear-splitting and hotAs branding knives, fighting my flight.Self- defeated lids heavy as stone restAjar for evil spirits to freely pass, takingAnd taking until a profoundly empty dawn.
  • Love From A Ghost

    15 Mar 2015 | 7:13 pm
    Don’t forgive me for leaving when I did.Remember I loved you both more thanThe whole world and everything in it.Hope is a ghost and this is nothing butA needle in the snow to inoculate myselfAgainst guilt and fear while slowly falling.Take the nothing I offer and let me haveForgetting instead of tomorrow’s regret. I had no place to go and nothing to give.
  • Lost

    15 Mar 2015 | 3:12 pm
    Photos of the unrecoverable past Can break your heart if you let them. Looking at you twenty years ago, I can’t see a hint of any losses past Or future, just a shining moment Of you like a wild flower smiling At the sun, channeling it like gold. Pure, molten, moving unobstructed Between closely-spaced banks Like a sunlit swallow flashing low. So was I, honey-drunk and wild Without future to fear or dark Closing in to lock everything in. Shadow-bound and suspicious Like a playground after midnight.
  • Broken Hearts

    4 Mar 2015 | 3:31 pm
    You think I broke your heart, but I think we both know Your heart was already a hollow stone, empty as a long Dead star, the throes of its agony gone and forgotten In the deep reaches of space and time while observers Wait for its little, shining light to wink out and vanish. Here on Earth, we did nothing but pretend that a pair Of stones struck together might produce a spark, light A fire and fill a house with warmth, making it a home. The end preceded the beginning as, running backward, We opened the distance between us and  the drowned Ourselves in sand, in a strange, mummified…
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    Poetic Hope

  • I Love My Love

    27 Mar 2015 | 7:30 am
    The first time I wrote a poem like this I was surprised at its dynamic. More specifically I was surprised at how perfectly it described but my love for my Angel Queen, and my relationship with my Lord and God. The more I work on building my love with Deanne the more I find just how similar it becomes to my relationship with God. In some ways I am beginning to wonder if there will come a time when the two will become indistinguishable. The emotions found in this poem are drawn strictly from my Love testifying of the strength I find from her, even so the poem turns beautifully into a prayer of…
  • Insights into a Hero

    26 Mar 2015 | 7:34 am
    One of my childhood heroes was and really still is Nephi. He is the first prophet who writes in the Book of Mormon, Another Testament of Jesus Christ. I first started to like him when I found a passage where Nephi talked about his "weakness in writing" which at the time I took as Nephi having poor handwriting just like me. That simple start turned into a profound respect for the man who was Nephi.When the idea for this poem came I thought that I would try to write a similar poem for every major person talked about in the Book of Mormon. I do not know if I will ever accomplish that,…
  • Finding Security

    25 Mar 2015 | 7:21 am
    There is a great power in hugs especially when it comes from one you love. This poem tries to capture part of that power. In Your ArmsRead more »I now have two compilation volumes available. You can find them here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Simple-Request-Poems/dp/1507658028 http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems/dp/1492992933
  • A Glimpse into Faith

    24 Mar 2015 | 7:27 am
    There has never been a time where I do not remember having faith in God. When I was no more than five years old I would sit in the back of the tractor when my grandpa was working the fields and tell him of my desires to serve a mission for my church. What I find most interesting about that experience is that even though I do not remember it, my Grandpa did and made it a point to tell me about it, and as it turns out at the time when I was telling him of my childhood dreams he was struggling with his own faith.I do not know if I did or did not have any effect on my Grandpa, but I do know this,…
  • There is a conflict that most everyone faces

    23 Mar 2015 | 7:16 am
    This poem in all reality is a poem written out of fun. It is written in an attempt to put into words that conflict many people face when they have something they desperately want or even need to get done, and that feeling you get as fatigue starts to creep over your mind and body. SleepRead more »I now have two compilation volumes available. You can find them here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Simple-Request-Poems/dp/1507658028 http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems/dp/1492992933
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    A Blog By Rohan Bhardwaj

  • The Journey Of Rage, Sorrow And Enrichment

    rohan bhardwaj
    26 Mar 2015 | 12:43 pm
    Each day we experience so many emotions, we live in some, pass others while some have deep impact on us. We all are replicates of someone we know. Even though, we all have our unique trait, we do follow a pattern of living like many others.Many of us go through the same education and job system. In next 5 to 10 years, you might find yourself in the place of your seniors. So, basically you might know where you might land, or what you will accomplish once you evaluate your elder companions.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • How To Close Your Eyes?

    rohan bhardwaj
    25 Mar 2015 | 2:26 am
    Yes, closing our eyes is important for many essential things. From relief to our mind, body to taking a different approach for most of the problems. I do it, and I am learning various checkpoints that help me along the way.You don't want to do it the wrong way, right?Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • Letting Go

    rohan bhardwaj
    23 Mar 2015 | 12:10 am
    Many times in our lives we come across difficult situation and we need to make decision. Often we try to make an easy way, sometimes the tough way is the only choice.In such situation’s what we do? We accept things and work on it and we excel it.Our relationship goes in similar analogy. We are bounded too hard to with someone, but there will come a time when you had to depart, sometimes it might be expected, sometimes it will be a surprise for you. When it come as a benefit for them, we won’t stop them, but we will definitely want them to stay back.The fight between your desire and the…
  • A Poem On Sister

    rohan bhardwaj
    18 Mar 2015 | 12:20 pm
    When I knew I had a sister who passed away even before I was born, I didn't felt much as I wasn't aware of the things I had missed. Life is in similar analogy with it.We can live our life the same way as it is, without knowing what we might miss. Exploring and experiencing new things makes all the difference. In my life, I experienced many sisters, and I am happy that I have. The connections made are very strong.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • Excited For Party

    rohan bhardwaj
    13 Mar 2015 | 2:35 pm
    Party is the best thing that happens with all of us. A time to celebrate, relax and dance all one has the might to. The night couldn't get any better when there are friends who are sharing the space. A treat well deserved. In our school's and college days, annual function were the main thing.To my surprise and happiness, in my office too, there is a huge celebration tomorrow night, I am attending the party for the second time and I can't wait for it.May be I am going to sleep less for night today.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
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    Powerful Views

  • What Color Am I?

    Karan Gandhi
    6 Mar 2015 | 5:23 am
                  What color am I? I blinked an eye Can you notice the hue Do you have any clue?   Come close and see You must look at me Come discern my shade Look what’s portrayed.   You’re green he said No, you are red He’s blue someone shouted It’s yellow undoubted!   They grumbled they fought Their heads went hot They quarreled and teased Their opponents squeezed.   I looked with dismay They were immersed in fray Not ready to blink They just wouldn’t think!   I prayed, please halt It’s all my fault! Come close,…
  • Just look at me Smile

    Karan Gandhi
    3 Feb 2015 | 6:26 am
    The trials & tribulations The never ending inflation The tension the worry Amidst the flurry! The sickness, this disease The cough & the sneeze Where shall I flee? To set myself free! O, what shall I do? In this world untrue O, where shall I go? For life to bestow! They said, just smile Try it for a while Just say ‘Cheese’ And you’ll find all your keys! Does it work, I enquired Is it really required? I was in depression Asked irrelevant questions! But try, I must Lest life turn to rust Let’s give it a shot To untie this knot. I arose and smiled Squealed like a child I…
  • Let Life Take Over…

    Karan Gandhi
    15 Jan 2015 | 11:30 pm
    The pressures this trauma The anxiety and the drama, The fast local trains Humongous traffic in by-lanes. Where should I run To get a glimpse of the sun, Where must I flee For fresh air to breathe! At the sea shore My heart I pour, My legs you caress You speak to my stress. A tinge of white and blue Kissing the golden hue, Be it morning or night What a pretty sight! Come touch the sea It’s glory you must see, Come and surrender Feel the breeze tender. Within the wet sands In natures hands, Come, look at the grace Let nature embrace. Far from the towers The political powers, Distant from the…
  • Beautiful Blue Eyes

    Karan Gandhi
    5 Jan 2015 | 10:59 pm
    Beautiful blue eyes Looking to the skies Seeking relief I am done with grief! Masked in blue jeans Driving to lush greens Time to ponder I will not wander. Be still my soul While I am sole Blessings of the world Come to me twirled. Time to introspect Back in retrospect Thank the creation For this incarnation. In moments spare I’ll continue to stare The universe profound With miracles abound. Nothing to complain Or swear in vain Give thanks and be wise Through my blue eyes!Filed under: Photoliscious, Poet In Me Tagged: blue, eyes, Photography, poetry
  • Neon Dreams

    Karan Gandhi
    2 Jan 2015 | 11:17 pm
    New strengths and fresh thoughts emanate in a New Year. I am pleased to introduce a novel and innovative section to this blog – called “Guest Articles” at the advent of 2015. These articles would be contributed/ written by fellow bloggers from the Blogosphere. I am glad to present the first post in this category ‘Neon Dreams’ written by a dear friend, Biswadarshan Mohanty. Biswadarshan is a freelance writer based in Dubai. He writes fiction, poetry and travel narratives. He derives his inspiration from his travel experiences.   Neon Dreams Dreams shattered, it mattered…
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    Illusory Realm of Conceptual Poetry and Art

  • I Can Not Take Back What I Said

    17 Mar 2015 | 3:56 am
    I can not take back what I said and would not if I could. Without fake love I could instead feel something that I should. Dark entities will often pose as someone that can care. They promise love and offer those something which is not there. I ponder why you still pretend to think that it was real and wonder why you did not send me love that I can feel. For many days you were not there and did not give much thought about the things you claimed to care that now you have not got. I still remember when you said that love meant everything. Those words that echoed in my head no longer mean a…
  • Ja Te Volim

    10 Mar 2015 | 7:34 am
    There may not be another chance If hearts grow cold and cease to care to feel true love and know romance when cloaked in darkness and despair I traveled far to be with you and know that I may not return To start again is hard to do yet there is still so much to learn Still now I know it to be true That our love will not fade away “Ja volim te” I say to you “jag älskar dig” I hear you say.   I never thought it would be easy to move from Canada to Sweden but knew it didn’t have to necessarily be permanent. The memories I have accumulated while living in…
  • I Still Remember

    7 Mar 2015 | 6:52 am
    I still remember nights she cried and knew life would not be the same my feelings then I could not hide and felt I should accept some blame At seventeen I left my home and rarely came to say hello And while I was compelled to roam my mother always loved me so I found her when her time was due and saw her life was passing fast but never thought it would be true that this would be the very last I thought somehow she would come back while others then had not much hope and while real faith I did not lack there was so much with which to cope Then close to her I then did wait when death had visited…
  • To No More Feel Vancouver Rain

    4 Mar 2015 | 5:58 am
    Six rings of gold on my left hand Remind me of the distant land from whence I came to be here now and hence remain unless somehow I find good reason to forego the home in Sweden that I know I would return and leave this place and go back there to show my face Still here I’m happy with my wife with whom I live and share my life She makes my life here seem worthwhile by adding love in Swedish style And if a chance I may not get I think there would be some regret to no more feel Vancouver rain or ever see my home again   I once believed myself to be an extremely tolerant person but…
  • Unwittingly The Die Is Cast

    25 Feb 2015 | 12:36 pm
    Unwittingly The Die Is Cast   Unwittingly the die is cast removing future from the past It falls apart without a trace what was once love has left this place so rapidly it comes apart as vapid space invades the heart the vacuum soon will be no more rejecting what it cannot store Since emptiness can not remain what then was lost it will regain Dark broken thoughts will soon depart As when love happened at the start but still the mind can not replace what memories try to erase affecting present with the past and stopping that which must not last Though memories may convolute and seem to be…
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    Amazing World of Poetry

  • Blessing of tree

    23 Mar 2015 | 5:51 am
     Beautiful tree, I found rest in your shades. I tasted you fruits of delight. May from your seeds grow only saplings of perfection.This work by Igor Marinovsky is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
  • Falsehood and truth

    13 Mar 2015 | 2:15 am
     Two sides of falsehood and truth are on the trial in the desert of experience.This work by Igor Marinovsky is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
  • Box of Death

    8 Mar 2015 | 11:57 am
     Unfortunate crayfish tried to escape from the box of death in the cruel supermarket.This work by Igor Marinovsky is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
  • Augur Nebius Attius- Roman seer (part three)

    4 Mar 2015 | 10:02 am
    Nebius noticed graceful birds in the air and thought: I have to find the place where these birds will perch. He found it and saw a very old vine with big grapes. Nebius cut the largest cluster and ran quickly to the chapel. dedicated to the heroes. On his way he met his father who asked in astonishment: "Where do you run? Whom do you carry  this large cluster?" Boy told everything to his dad."I fell asleep, lost pigs, prayed to the saints and promised them large cluster of grape." "Where have you fund…
  • Sicknesses of society

    2 Mar 2015 | 10:04 am
     Crimes are sicknesses of society and illnesses of civilization.This work by Igor Marinovsky is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
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