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    Silliman's Blog
    18 Dec 2014 | 9:00 pm
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  • Skyland by Brenda Iijima

    Poem of the Day
    Poetry Foundation
    18 Dec 2014 | 10:00 pm
    by Brenda Iijima
  • Any Art You Make Can and Will Be Used Against You

    Poetry News
    19 Dec 2014 | 7:57 am
    Two NYPD officers skirmish with a group of protesters, allegedly including Eric Linsker, on the Brooklyn Bridge on December 13 . Of the 331 people arrested in amid last week's massive New York protests, one is an especially unlikely suspect: Eric Linsker, a poet and adjunct writing professor at the City University of New York .
  • Picking a kindergarten

    bentlily
    Samantha Reynolds
    29 Nov 2014 | 11:38 pm
    It’s odd these moments of choosing of giving you over to one of the murky futures whispering pick me pick me.
  • Wordbenda - How to Pray

    IndieFeed: Performance Poetry
    19 Dec 2014 | 12:00 am
    Wordbenda on IndieFeed Performance Poetry.  Show number 1429.
 
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    Poetry News

  • Any Art You Make Can and Will Be Used Against You

    19 Dec 2014 | 7:57 am
    Two NYPD officers skirmish with a group of protesters, allegedly including Eric Linsker, on the Brooklyn Bridge on December 13 . Of the 331 people arrested in amid last week's massive New York protests, one is an especially unlikely suspect: Eric Linsker, a poet and adjunct writing professor at the City University of New York .
  • The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry

    19 Dec 2014 | 3:49 am
    The thing with most poetry anthologies, ranging from the best to the mediocre and beyond, is a monumental task, in and of themselves: how do you give full justice to a wide array of poetry, of artists who tirelessly worked on their craft, without being too obscure and without regurgitating the usual mainstream heavyweights in Poe, Dickinson, and so on. Many flail between those two extremes, but one that knocks it right out of the park is the one I'm reviewing today: The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry .
  • Poetry Festival Looks Forward

    19 Dec 2014 | 3:49 am
    LEDBURY Poetry Festival is looking forward to an exciting 2015, and it is secure in its funding for the next few years. Each year the ten day festival costs over A 150,000 to stage, with at least half of that coming from grant funding.
  • Pen Parentis Literary Salon to Host Winter Poetry Night, 1/13

    19 Dec 2014 | 1:50 am
    The Pen Parentis Literary Salon opens its thirteenth season with its annual Winter Poetry night! Five notable poets -- Diana Whitney, Adam Penna, Sarah Gutowski, Jared Harel, and Jennifer Michael Hecht -- will read from new works and discuss how they balance a career in poetry with an active young family at home. The conversation will be moderated by novelists M. M. De Voe and Christina Chiu .
  • Poetryfest.TV entry deadline

    18 Dec 2014 | 9:45 pm
    Poetryfest.TV is conducting a contest in which poets are competing for 100 prizes totaling $5,000. Grand prize is $1,000.
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    bentlily

  • Picking a kindergarten

    Samantha Reynolds
    29 Nov 2014 | 11:38 pm
    It’s odd these moments of choosing of giving you over to one of the murky futures whispering pick me pick me.
  • The myth of epiphanies

    Samantha Reynolds
    26 Nov 2014 | 10:03 pm
    The myth is that epiphanies roar when in fact they are more like bubbles in mud a whisper a gurgle a hunch everything is small when it is born and so it is that so often they are buried as so many small things are so you ask the wise ones how do you feed them and they tell you to jump so you do not knowing if you are falling or flying because at first they are the same.
  • Plains of exasperation

    Samantha Reynolds
    25 Nov 2014 | 11:21 pm
    When did I lose my grace the wedge of time when I wanted to yell but didn’t when I wanted to mute your crying but found my own silence instead when did I arrive here on these plains of exasperation where was my future self reminding me the day is not so far away when I will ache for this but instead I lay there wondering counting how much longer until I was free.
  • Why I write

    Samantha Reynolds
    24 Nov 2014 | 2:48 am
    I don’t write to remember that when we drove past the electrical tower you said look, it’s the Eiffel Tower I write to leave crumbs so I can find my way back if I need to at the end for a moment to inhale that time when my life was big and new.
  • The meat section

    Samantha Reynolds
    23 Nov 2014 | 7:35 am
    We’re at the grocery store and you point to the meat section what animal is that, mama it’s been a long time since I ate meat but I can tell it’s a cow but cows aren’t pink you say this quite loud and for some reason I feel the need to whisper the part about the blood and then I smile at the man beside me who buys the lamb and doesn’t smile back you ask me what he bought so I tell you and you want to know which one is the chicken and do they sell roosters too and where are the pigs so we look at all of it up close pressed under plastic skin and your chin starts to quiver what if…
 
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    Wade on Birmingham » Daily Haiku

  • aisles to go before i sleep

    Wade Kwon
    18 Dec 2014 | 10:00 pm
    Would she like something sparkly, or silky, or a present from the heart? Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • baby, it’s consensual outside

    Wade Kwon
    17 Dec 2014 | 10:00 pm
    I really can’t stay. — But, baby, it’s cold outside. Don’t call me “baby.” Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • perfect matches without candles

    Wade Kwon
    16 Dec 2014 | 10:00 pm
    Sometimes, it’s better to curse the darkness while you cuddle up at night. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • hazards of a good read

    Wade Kwon
    15 Dec 2014 | 10:00 pm
    He zipped through her taut pages, not quite focused on the words but the scribe. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • a bookmark

    Wade Kwon
    14 Dec 2014 | 10:00 pm
    The passage pulled her back over and over, words that tugged at her heart. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
 
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    Surroundings

  • My Favourite Poetry Collections in 2014

    Rob
    9 Dec 2014 | 4:00 am
    As ever with this annual blog feature, these are collections I read or finished in 2014, but were not necessarily published this year.Gottfried Benn – Impromptus (Faber, 2014): translations of the great 20th century German poet by Michael Hofmann. When people start using words like “great” to describe newly published collections, this book should put that comfortably in perspective.Alexander Hutchison - Bones & Breath (Salt, 2013): deservedly won the Saltire Scottish Poetry Book of the Year. The fact that it wasn't also shortlisted for the Forward and TS Eliot Prizes simply evidences…
  • Vows, Powers and Federalism: Post-Referendum

    Rob
    19 Sep 2014 | 2:48 am
    So that’s a No vote in the referendum and I hear people from both sides of the debate already looking to the future, a future in which the Scottish Parliament is to be given greater powers. People in England too are talking about change. Everyone remarks on how the turnout was a great thing for democracy and involvement (I agree) and on how change is now inevitable. I suspect radical change is inevitable but these may not constitute the change voters in Scotland wanted or expected. I think we have a massive problem. David Cameron, far craftier than he often appears, has immediately shifted…
  • Late Reflections on the Scottish Independence Referendum

    Rob
    15 Sep 2014 | 1:49 am
    1. We are asked whether we want to be an independent country. Someone from the Conservative Party says we’d be better with the UK’s “safety net”. He likes being safe and is very worried about all that... stuff out there. Like bewildering trapezes, perhaps. Really, how you vote may depend on how scared you feel. But the safety net is mythological. There is no real safety net. 2. It’s interesting to hear that some Conservatives appear to support a dependency culture when it comes to Scotland. They complain about subsidies we are supposedly being given and then do everything in their…
  • Six Poets at the Fruitmarket Gallery 2014

    Rob
    14 Aug 2014 | 6:14 am
    Friday 15 August, The Fruitmarket Gallery, 45 Market St, Edinburgh: you can hear six poets for the price of only £5, and it's a great line-up:Simon BarracloughIsobel DixonA.B. JacksonRob A. MackenzieAndrew PhilipChrissy WilliamsYou can read a poem by each of the poets on Isobel Dixon's blog, Toktokkie.For me, this is always one of the highlights during the Edinburgh Festival time and would be even if I wasn't reading in it. The Gallery is a great venue and the readers are always excellent. I'll be reading some new material and I'm sure that's true of everyone. We'll kick off fairly sharp at…
  • Lines from Poems I Read Early This Morning and Liked

    Rob
    10 Apr 2014 | 1:09 am
    Fleeting tails in a corner of emptinessjust leaving the frame,the photographer filming swallowshas to learn to love failure, how the almost having of the thingis true in itself.Gabeba Baderoon, ‘’Learning to love failure’ (from A Hundred Silences)*So I drink to become herto tug the stubborn roots of the heart, sap the pastof its fading film and amber ore, snap the branchesof time because in a blink it is only scent that remains       and tonight darling even the sea is thirsty.Janette Ayachi, ‘Passing Places’ (from A Choir of Ghosts)*Layabout, M, 43,…
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    GotPoetry.com News

  • Tasty treats awaiting Scots poetry-lovers

    19 Dec 2014 | 1:12 am
    Launching the full programme for StAnza, Scotland’s international poetry festival, is one of the most exciting times of the StAnza year for me, coming a very close second, of course, to the opening night itself. Link!
  • Mark Strand: a poet both elegant and risque

    19 Dec 2014 | 1:08 am
    Strand was a versatile poet, capable of shifting easily from the metaphysical to the wry, and embracing styles that ranged from pensive to bawdy.Link!
  • Maple Ridge teen's poem written at 1 a.m.

    19 Dec 2014 | 1:06 am
    Erhardt Jansen Van Rensburg’s poem, Based on a true story, which he read at the Dignity Breakfast on Dec. 3, isn’t in fact based on his own true story. - See more at: http://www.mrtimes.com/please-vote/news/maple-ridge-teen-s-poem-written-at-1-a-m-1.1659603#sthash.eqfv17bg.dpufLink!
  • Ding Ding pens new poetry collection in both Chinese and English

    19 Dec 2014 | 1:05 am
    Expressing author Ding Ding’s feelings about life, her new collection of poetry “Walk Along with Nostalgia” (published by Balboa Press AU) features more than 60 poems written in both English and Chinese.Link!
  • Love, happiness inspires Pete Frierson's new poetry anthology

    18 Dec 2014 | 4:58 pm
    Author Pete Frierson says his new book of poetry, “Sweetness of the Heart, Mind, and Soul” (published by Trafford Publishing), was written to express love and happiness to the world.Link!
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    the amandzing way

  • #IcantEven

    amandzing
    12 Dec 2014 | 11:17 pm
    where have all the writings gone lost in the high definition 7 bajillion colour pixelated world of crash boom and specially effected bangs where have all the writings gone lost in a world of political correctness chopped just as surely as a mawkish teenager dancing in the beat of the night with inelegant steps whispering lustful i love yous on beer stained breath we dont see any more day by day we see even less the splitter tittle of water in a fountain the pattern of a dainty deer picked out against the bulk of a mountain green covered with the life of spring we dont hear any more day by day…
  • In black and white

    amandzing
    24 Nov 2014 | 9:29 am
    as black as sin black sheep of the family and like sheep everyone bleats black people this black people that even black people embrace, cuddle, masticate the words black people i dont know any black people i know people with black souls i know people with honey brown skin hazel, chocolate-coloured, coffee-coloured, cocoa-coloured nut-brown skins yet we fixate on black slack black, dirty black, light sucking black, black hole black aparthate planted the seeds of self hate it must be why else would a proud nation own black enjoy black it makes no sense to privileged caucasian me maybe my…
  • Rhino capture – not so easy

    amandzing
    25 Oct 2014 | 2:54 am
    4.30am – Kruger National Park, Mpumalanga, South Africa Long awaited spring rains finally arrived on Friday in the South African National Parks’ (SANParks) Kruger National Park in Mpumalanga. In Skukuza rest camp; there is a crisp freshness in the air, as the Kruger slowly awakened with the dawn. The storm clouds have been shredded by gale force winds during the night, leaving thin grey streaks of cloud in the sky. The rain is gone for now, but threatens still. Now all that remains is for rangers to track today’s first rhino for translocation. The process is in full swing now,…
  • old man Africa kissed me on the cheek

    amandzing
    26 Sep 2014 | 4:23 am
    old man Africa kissed me on the cheek the other day 2014 freedom day a day when he would remember a lifetime of wrong a day of sad song no one would blame him for wanting to dismember this caucasian this white this apartheid era ex-cop he was sitting on a chair in the sun i leaned close to him to ask him that stupid question reporters have to ask in post-apartheid south africa “Hello Grandfather, how does it feel being able to vote?” and as he smiled a thousand years smoothed from his face and i saw a proud young man in love with his country with his wife his children his life his…
  • 2013 in review

    amandzing
    10 Jan 2014 | 5:16 am
    The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,200 times in 2013. If it were a cable car, it would take about 20 trips to carry that many people. Click here to see the complete report.   Thank you all, for your visits, patience, and love. New Years resolution is definitly to post more here, and vist you all a little more. Thank you again, Amanda Tagged: africa, african poet, joburg, johannesburg, life, love, love life, love the world, poems, Poetry, south…
 
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    Poems and Poetics

  • For Milos Sovak in memoriam: Vitezslav Nezval’s “The Heart of the Musical Clock” (1924), a collaborative translation

    Jerome Rothenberg
    18 Dec 2014 | 6:19 am
     On January 26, 2009, nearly six years ago, Milos Sovak died after a long illness.  Our friendship had lasted over thirty years & gave me the opportunity to work with him on a series of translations, the most important a book of selected poems from the great Czech modernist Vitezslav Nezval & scattered poems from the late Russian Romantic Mikhail Lermontov.  Our collaborations took place mainly in the sunlit garden of his home in Encinitas, California, & occasionally in his other home in Provence, close to Mazan & the chateau & theater of the Marquis de…
  • Chronicle: Interview with a Seneca Songman, Richard Johnny John (Part Three)

    Jerome Rothenberg
    14 Dec 2014 | 6:00 am
    Richard Johnny John, with Jerome Rothenberg & Ian Tyson, Three Songs from Shaking the Pumpkin[Continued from previous blogger & Jacket2 postings.  The Kinzua Dam construction referred to by Johnny John was a federal & state project that drove many of the Allegany Senecas from their traditional homes, to be “compensated” by new buildings but with losses still keenly felt when we lived there.  Widespread protests in the 1950s had failed to halt the dam’s construction. (J.R.)]3/ Mostly these new songs that we make up are for entertainment – like those…
  • Ariel Resnikoff, with Jerome Rothenberg: From an Interview

    Jerome Rothenberg
    10 Dec 2014 | 9:06 am
    Eleanor Antin: collage, Poland/1931, after Jerome Rothenberg[The full interview, conducted by Ariel Resnikoff over a period of several months, is scheduled to appear shortly in The Wolf magazine, number 31, edited by James Byrne & Sandeep Parmar, along with my own "variations" on the poetry of Mikhl Likht. (J.R.)]Ariel Resnikoff: In the summer of 2013 you and I connected, via Merle Bachman, over a shared interest in the “incomprehensible” poetics of the Yiddish American modernist poet, Mikhl Likht. I had just finished my MA thesis at the University of Oxford, where I…
  • A CELEBRATION OF BERNARD HEIDSIECK, 1928-2014

    Jerome Rothenberg
    6 Dec 2014 | 6:30 am
    [In the aftermath of Bernard Heidsieck’s recent death, I can only look back on the years when I knew him well, at first in a series of international sound poetry events in the 1960s & 70s, in which I always felt myself as an outside but very happy participant.  In Paris Diane Rothenberg and I often visited with him &Françoise Janicot in their apartment on the Ile Saint Louis, but I also remember rendez-vous in New York & San Francisco, Glasgow & Verona, wherever those adventuresome & peripatetic times allowed us all to be together.  He was early into the new…
  • Rae Armantrout: Four New & Unpublished Poems

    Jerome Rothenberg
    2 Dec 2014 | 6:24 am
         CHRONOS                                                 for Ish Klein     1 We grade storiesand we reconcile accounts. By night we bingeon The Walking Dead.     2 "An actual electronemits and swallowsits own photonsnow and then."     …
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    A window Within Myself

  • ~Touching Your Dream~

    8 Dec 2014 | 10:06 pm
    For me to brush...Your skies Closer to touch... Your dream The glimpse of youTotally denied I'm left recallingRemaining of your wordsA melody within the skies copyright 2014 Nasra Al Adawi 
  • Penned Thoughts

    7 Dec 2014 | 12:02 pm
  • ~I see you through me~

    3 Nov 2014 | 10:19 am
    When blankness take placeYou are the essence of nourishing me Coming when I’m not expecting Taking over my being This is the beginning of my existence Life begins at your hands Your change the prospectiveMy world is in in your hands I see through you my childcopyright  2014 Nasra Al Adawi 
  • Missed that Voice

    18 Oct 2014 | 12:32 pm
  • Write On

    12 Oct 2014 | 4:28 am
    I can see every bit of stillness or existence… An element to inspire us to write... What hold us is ourselves… So carry on writing for  a reason each thing is a word that can create the beginning of a verse… Write  on my soul… Today no one hear you.. But maybe one person you might inspire... That you move them beyond you can imagine 
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    Sad Poems

  • Measuring Infinity

    16 Dec 2014 | 9:09 pm
    time's lingering frostbite. the bitter certainty in the cyclical void. quiet songs make their choices from among seldom hellos.  it's the horizon she says. with its scowling eyes. that makes me feel so small and everything seem so far away.it's all seeds. they sprout. they grow. they die. we gather. we forget. we are taken, spent and used. a gorgeous suicide. she doesn't know. never has. the hours come. like bits of glass digging into her thoughts. there's no blood. just waiting. for the ache to breathe.it's all chemicals. we crave. we love. we are broken. a captivating cycle of…
  • Seldom Petals

    11 Dec 2014 | 9:28 pm
    life arrives in templates. selections small enough to confront. she measures time in broken watches and thick rubber bands. those voices carry. those kingdoms are vacant. creases in the moment. i always trip over. less is more. so they say. but i don't get the math. the nebula. the tired construct. that we are finding places that have always been there. the battered dolls. their scratches faces still smiling. their nake torsos grinning. the cold follows us. a persistant shadow. more hunger than anything. there were voices. empty songs. she would let play. because they once meant something.
  • Crease Patterns

    4 Dec 2014 | 9:08 pm
    waiting. the cumulative paradox. there are always tangents. it's the nature of choice. the mediocrity of freedom.  wearing the moment recklessly. bargaining with the monsters. stealing the story from lazy predators. the folds collapsing. the shapes defiant. paper skin redolent of missing ink. as the hours continue their quiet bleeding.the sound of resistance conceding. you spend so much time at the edge that you begin to think gravity is only a suggestion. that falling isn't real. you wander so far off course you begin to doubt that there was ever a map. that you've never been anywhere.
  • Radiant Heat

    1 Dec 2014 | 9:35 pm
    the black holes moan. the loose seams wince. her chaos of serendipity caught up in betrayal mode. smiling poisons. calculate the angles. a ledger of skin. an accounting of choices. causality in small stones. the surface easily broken.frowning saviors. their depths untold. patterns. cuts and bruises. a brief history of sober. for sale, though its without a price. Copyright 2005-2014 by alcoholic poet.
  • Conditional Vertices

    26 Nov 2014 | 9:00 pm
    the angles fussed. all talcum powder and feces. the physics shrugged. bored with gravity. its only choices. ambivalent atoms at the center of the storm. it's just paper. quiet songs and soda pop. turning little girls into women. she walked. the road curious. her steps.villainous. the distance spoiling. like flowers cut. she waited. at the red light. picked fruit. fallen leaves. the courtesy of the wind. pretending change remembers us. her purple tongue. an immaculate poison. her weakness ripe and succulent.  she looked for the road. wrinkles in the map. louder than the void.the structure…
 
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    anachronizms

  • mmccxciii

    18 Dec 2014 | 11:55 pm
    epigraphs for the email poem [or]               Thy paps lyke lyllies budded, I yearne               to suck them til my brains doe frye.                                         —Dodie Bellamie…
  • mmccxcii

    16 Dec 2014 | 11:22 pm
                             You’re out-                         side of the       frame.                              You stole    my idea.                           …
  • mmccxci

    15 Dec 2014 | 11:51 pm
     I can’t believethey put a state  right   here
  • mmccxc

    14 Dec 2014 | 10:43 pm
    Romantic Painting: Oil on Canvas with Bullethole                                                    Hiding tiny ob                         jects       inside                         of  a            big                   …
  • mmcclxxxix

    13 Dec 2014 | 9:57 pm
    I keep wanting to say “They eat sheets, these moths!”But there’s never a clear entrance into that.                                                                     She sellssegues at the Non Sequitur.                          (I wish!)That certainly is a poor excuse for living.  That’s alousy…
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    As/Is

  • Keats and the Prosody Meter

    Adam Fieled
    19 Dec 2014 | 9:29 am
    Having committed myself very willingly to a position that ranks Keats’ lyrical gift (for melopoeia, prosody, etc) above all others in the history of the English language, I have now gotten around to configuring what I call a Prosody Meter to posit other rankings. It begins with the supposition that Keats’ gift supersedes all other competitors, and the 100% of the scale is the 100% of Keats’
  • Apparition Poems: Ambient Ghettos of North Philly Pt. 2

    Adam Fieled
    17 Dec 2014 | 9:05 am
    North Philly is about, not only the charm of dilapidation, but the eerie charm of the desolate. One reason Apparition Poems got its title is that, between the spatiality of different sectors of Philly and its ornate architectural elegance, one gets the sense of ghosts, specters, and apparitions here, hanging in the air in a way that some find intoxicating, some do not. Like I said about Temple
  • The Posit Trilogy: Ambient Ghettos of North Philly

    Adam Fieled
    16 Dec 2014 | 9:10 am
    Connoisseurs of urban areas and urban life know: dilapidation, in urban contexts, has its own kind of glamour and ambience. There is a richness and a decadent glamour to dilapidated neighborhoods simply from the sense of solid time, decades and even centuries, passing through them, hollowing things out towards a kind of perfection; especially if the architecture is interesting. North Philly
  • The Posit Trilogy: Dracula on Literature

    Adam Fieled
    15 Dec 2014 | 9:14 am
    As of late 2014, I am, in some ways, in a relatively fortunate position: more than half of what I would like to be widely in print circulation and/or officially released on a high level is. Nonetheless, only patience can make it so that all the books find the right home (hopefully) at the right time. The Posit Trilogy, which begins with Posit and was completed in 2013, and also consolidated into
  • Meta-Notes (Bold Format) Part 2 (youblisher)

    Adam Fieled
    14 Dec 2014 | 10:54 am
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    Chicano Poet

  • 18 Dec 2014 | 4:25 pm

    18 Dec 2014 | 4:25 pm
    Inadvertent SelenaAnd the three menel ocho patas admired mosthe, himselfand el mismocaught a trenfor you know whenhe met a girlwho would be killedby an ugly ugly viejabut the girl's music lived onand onall the way to el japonotherwise el ochothought only of his patasand those two other vatosI already mentionedso he went about his businessas if nothing was negocioporque las cosasson muy sabrosasmenos las esposashey, don't quote meel ocho patascan say the meanest thingsthough never about himselfsi no fuera por sus tantas patasno lo dejaran entrar a roombidi bidi boom boom
  • 17 Dec 2014 | 3:20 pm

    17 Dec 2014 | 3:20 pm
    Huevones Rancheroswith apologies to Anthony The PoetEl ocho pataswas bad to the boneera muycabronealways toldthe peopleonly huevoneseat huevos rancheroshis ancestorsate flieshuevos de moscato be more correctlet cowboyschoke on huevos rancheroshis ancestorsate chapulineshuevos rancherosain't got nothing on themhave you ever see huevos rancherosjump off a plateel ocho pataswas bad to the bonehe'd rather yank outfour of his patasthen eat huevos rancheroscon guerosor sit down with razanow that would be peorI told you and told youel ocho patas was bad to the bone
  • 14 Dec 2014 | 2:57 pm

    14 Dec 2014 | 2:57 pm
    Look Ma No HandsEl ocho patasate with his feetsince he hadno handsgo aheadlaugh if you wantmake funof himhis ocho patasall muddied with foodrefried beansif you must knowyou askwhy don't you eat flieslike a goodlittle spiderbut el ocho patasthinks he's humanso muchunlike you
  • 18 Nov 2014 | 10:00 pm

    18 Nov 2014 | 10:00 pm
    La MoscaEl ocho patasate a moscathe juicesclung to his whiskershe spit outthe convex eyesel ocho patascould see throughthe crunchywingshe let the mosca's feetfall to the floorthe gringa of the housenever had a clueshe vacuumedthem upbut her shaggy white carpetonly fooled Americans
  • 18 Nov 2014 | 9:04 am

    18 Nov 2014 | 9:04 am
    The RescueEl ocho pataspulls La Lloronafrom the San Antonio Riverby her broken silver wingsher underwearis muddyher mouthfull of floodwatersher hairholds trembling stickstall buildingsleap in the skythe Alamotells stormy liesel ocho patasdrags La Lloronaonto the banksof the pointless riverand as shedries offher breastsharden on her chestand she will notthank him
 
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    the dust congress

  • 16 Dec 2014 | 11:11 am

    16 Dec 2014 | 11:11 am
    One hundred years from this day Will the people still feel this way Frederic Edwin Church, Iceberg, 1861 The Coming of Light -- Mark Strand Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and
  • 3 Dec 2014 | 10:59 am

    3 Dec 2014 | 10:59 am
    no kind of love is better than others Carl Andre, Am Am Not Am Not Willing, 1972 Untitled -- Grace Paley Life is as risky as it is branchy treetop and twigtip are only the beginning then comes the westwind to lean and the northwind to turn then the sunshine implores and up all of us go we are like any greengrowing machinery riding the daylight route to darkness Notebook -- Patti Smith
  • 26 Nov 2014 | 7:10 am

    26 Nov 2014 | 7:10 am
    I get a buzz from being cold and wet The pleasure seems to balance out the pain William Burroughs, After Dinner Joint, by Stephen Miles "Political conflicts are merely surfaced manifestations. If conflicts arise you may be sure that certain powers intend to keep this conflict under operation since they hope to profit from the situation. To concern yourself with surface political conflicts is
  • 7 Oct 2014 | 4:55 pm

    7 Oct 2014 | 4:55 pm
    all I know is that the waves keep rollin' in * Also, Nice Breeze will be playing Church Night November 12, 2014, also at Wonderland Ballroom
  • 12 Jul 2014 | 10:44 am

    12 Jul 2014 | 10:44 am
    the story begins I did not know who she was and the story ends I did not know who she was
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    Me~Tronome

  • ...

    7 Dec 2014 | 1:50 pm
    Thank you to Alex Dimitrov and The Academy of American Poets for publishing my poem "Sundial." 
  • 10 Oct 2014 | 12:03 pm

    10 Oct 2014 | 12:03 pm
     I have a new poem in Boston Review, "A Cold Hand Draws the Covers Over the Moon."
  • The only LIVE poetry radio in America.... Other Voices: Poetry & Politics with Larry Sawyer

    18 May 2014 | 11:00 am
    So, I've started broadcasting via AM radio and couldn't be more excited about the show.Here's the details: WHAT IS IT? ...OTHER VOICES: poetry and politics with Larry Sawyer, streaming live at Q4 Radio.ACCESS THE FIRST THREE INSTALLMENTS HERE: Program 1 (click here to listen)Program 2 (click here to listen)Program 3 (click here to listen)Guest poets and writers include Andrei Codrescu, Tyler Mills, Robert Archambeau, Amy King, Nick Twemlow, Mike Hauser, Michael Stephens, Barbara Barg, Kenyatta Rogers, Laura Goldstein, Brendan Lorber, Chris McCreary, David Trinidad, Jen McCreary, Roger…
  • Bestiary fun

    1 Mar 2014 | 11:48 am
    Speaking of Bestiaries: "This abundance of animal images was not to the liking of some; St. Bernard of Clairvoux, writing in his Apology around 1127, says: "'What profit is there in those ridiculous monsters, in that marvelous and deformed comeliness, that comely deformity? To what purpose are those unclean apes, those fierce lions, those monstrous centaurs, those half men, those striped tigers, those fighting knights, those hunters winding their horns? Many bodies are seen under one head, or again many heads to one body. Here is a four-footed beast with a serpent’s tail; there a fish with…
  • New book...Breaking Lorca: Fourteen Poems of Love and Death

    21 Jan 2014 | 8:03 am
    Click here for details on how to order.
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    rooted

  • dusk is but a chimera

    gautami tripathy
    14 Dec 2014 | 8:49 am
    that spacecraft is waiting planets are aligned let me tread slowly into space but first I must tangle with you call me a lunatic or a loser if you must you are aware I have to spread my wings one of... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • soulfully I stare at nothing....

    gautami tripathy
    7 Dec 2014 | 8:34 am
    what chains tie her what deranged mind did this the haze in the mind chains her,  the strain has almost deranged her lying there, she thinks of filet hunger does not allow to feign... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • spirality

    gautami tripathy
    30 Nov 2014 | 8:26 am
    Bond of Union, 1956, by M. C. Escher your gaze drops from mine and my skin burns in that breeze we both slowly disintegrate the splendor of the gathering palls I re-collect the scattered... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • soulful lingering

    gautami tripathy
    17 Nov 2014 | 10:03 am
    in the highway subtle is a misnomer fresh palate hints of sex toasty thrill of lingering soul yields but a mix of emotions speeding tends to the palpitating heart I burn in the darkness in the deep... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • chaotic

    gautami tripathy
    9 Nov 2014 | 7:21 am
    such a singer that owl his eyes shine in the dark night his fervor does not find favor with me as I am at crossroads all my plans in the mud birds may symbolize freedom I do not see a thread of... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
 
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    Silliman's Blog

  • 18 Dec 2014 | 9:00 pm

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    Poet Hound

  • Kristina Marie Darling's The Sun & The Moon

    2 Dec 2014 | 3:03 am
    The Suns & The Moon, by Kristina Marie Darling, is a haunting and romantic collection centered around a couple who are surrounded by the supernatural. Darling creates a world that struggles with fire and ice, romance and heartbreak, and ultimately envelopes the reader in an enchanting world of her own making. Below I am happy to share some of her work:(I)You began as a small mark on the horizon. Then night & its endless train of ghosts. You led them in, one after the other. They took off their shoes, hung their coats & started looking through the drawers. By then I could hardly speak. I…
  • how to be another by Susan Lewis

    25 Nov 2014 | 2:09 pm
    Susan Lewis’ collection, how to be another, is complex, rich, and decadent. It could easily go over your allotted intake of prose, perhaps go above your head, yet is worth submitting yourself to again and again. Her words take time to sink in, dear Reader, and I urge you to take a closer look after the sample I am happy to share with you below:The EmbraceAnd in that ecstatic moment he squeezed her harder than he had ever done before, crushing her rib-cage against his like a sprig of lavender or a wedge of lemon, a bagpipe or an emergency alert, squeezing out her fragrance & her juices & her…
  • JoAnna Penn Cooper's What Is A Domicile

    14 Oct 2014 | 3:09 am
    Joanna Penn Cooper’s What Is A Domicile, published by Noctuary Press, explores reality and memory intertwined from domestic life versus nature, of dreams and reality. It is a complex and beautiful collection, I am happy to share some inviting tidbits with you:TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERNI’m writing to inform you of my qualifications on this sunny day inside wearing silent headphones, a small white feather stuck to one foot. I can hear that tree clearing its throat outside my fifth floor walk-up. I can see all this packing and half unpacking of boxes as a compulsive metaphor for how we’re all…
  • An Interview with Eric Shonkwiler: Above All Men

    2 Sep 2014 | 3:12 am
    Earlier this year I featured a review of Shonkwiler’s novel, Above All Men, and had the opportunity to interview him about his novel. Below is his biography and our Q&A:Eric Shonkwiler has had writing appear in Los Angeles Review of Books, The Millions, Fiddleblack, [PANK] Magazine, Midwestern Gothic, and elsewhere. He received his MFA in Fiction from University of California–Riverside, where he was the recipient of the Chancellor’s Distinguished Fellowship Award, and is a regional editor for Los Angeles Review of Books, as well as a former reader for [PANK] and former Editor-in-Chief…
  • Paul David Atkins' Stick Up

    19 Aug 2014 | 3:09 am
    Stick Up, published by Blood Pudding Press in 2014, is a story told in poems about a convenience store being robbed by a woman over 50. Paul David Atkins describes the characters involved and creates tension in the scenes throughout. How it ends will have to be a surprise. Below I’m happy to share a few plot-tantalizing poems:He Gripped the Alarmafter he heard her from the freezer yell, This is a stick up!Around his neckhung a silent alarm button.He pressed it once or twiceor forty timesin the seven seconds it tookto crack the door and peek.He saw a woman with a gun aimedat the other clerk,…
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    The Best American Poetry

  • So, you finished your book? [by Lera Auerbach]

    Lera Auerbach
    18 Dec 2014 | 11:55 am
    So, you finished your book? Congratulations! Now the fun begins. I can help you to turn it into a masterpiece. First you cut 20% of the text. It is very important. Any finished work has 20% of easily dismissible material. That’s the secret of building a sustainable form: 20% has to go. Period. Don’t feel sorry, you’re doing yourself a favor. Well done! Wipe off your tears and take a magnifying glass. Search for all adjectives and replace them with nouns. If you can’t replace them – simply delete. Did you know adjectives are the parasites of good prose? They are the weeds in the…
  • Reencountering Shakespeare [by Loren Goodman]

    Loren Goodman
    18 Dec 2014 | 8:23 am
    I have heard about Kazakh hospitality, but am not prepared for this: this is no ordinary hotel, this is a palace. The Golden Palace. And I’ve got a deluxe room. It’s huge. Huge floor to ceiling windows on two sides with a view of the orthodox church in the distance. Feels great to have a big bed and couch in the room. In the elevator, I see this: I have never seen an ad quite like this. We can learn a great deal about different cultures from their advertisements. How would you describe the expression on this man’s face? If there were a comic bubble emerging from his mouth, what would…
  • No Wrong Time to Write Right [by Alan Ziegler]

    Alan Ziegler
    18 Dec 2014 | 3:00 am
    John Milton felt that early in the morning was the friendliest time for the Muses. He would have a stock of verses ready to dictate by the time his amanuensis arrived, and if his amanuensis was late, Milton would complain that he “wanted to be milked.” Charles Darwin was also a morning writer and might announce with satisfaction around noon: “I’ve done a good day’s work.” Anthony Trollope’s practice was “to be at my table every morning at 5:30 a.m.” and “complete my literary work before I dressed for breakfast.” Others write while the Miltons, Darwins, and Trollopes…
  • Observing the World (as a Writer) with Mark Bibbins and Kathleen Ossip, Alumni-Award Winners at The New School [by Danielle Elizabeth Chin]

    The Best American Poetry
    17 Dec 2014 | 3:21 pm
    Kathy Ossip and Mark Bibbins, members of the first graduating class (1998) of the New School Writing Program (photo by Danielle Chin) On December 10th at the New School, former and current students, faculty members, friends, admirers, and aspiring writers joined professors and poets Mark Bibbins and Kathleen Ossip as they read their poems and discussed their careers. The forum, aroused feelings of nostalgia for Bibbins and Ossip, who had both been members of The New School M.F.A. Writing Program's first graduating class. Luis Jaramillo, the Chair of the Writing Program, gave Bibbins and Ossip…
  • "Hot Toddy": Limericks to Love via "The American Scholar"

    The Best American Poetry
    17 Dec 2014 | 3:18 pm
    Hot Toddy by David Lehman December 16, 2014 To this bon vivant, the limericks you wrote featured just the right amount of mixology and sexology. There was a photo finish, and the winner by a nose was Rebecca Epstein’s There once was a man named Abel Whose thirst was insati-able. All day he lapped brandy That tasted like candy, But at night his hot toddy was Mabel. The ostentatious cleverness of the initial rhyme gets us right into the spirit of things, and the cocktail named in the final line goes down like a rum grog in a candlelit chamber. So “Hot Toddy,” as I think of it, gets the…
 
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    Harriet: The Blog

  • Elizabeth Bishop’s House is For Sale

    Harriet Staff
    19 Dec 2014 | 12:00 pm
    The house where Elizabeth Bishop spent her formative years is for sale for a mere $130,000. Located in Great Village, Nova Scotia, the house appears in many of her poems and “was central to Bishop’s sense of herself.” More: The mother in the story is going mad, and the sign of her madness is a scream in the bedroom. The sound or its echo escapes from the house, and hangs over the village, forever. “Flick the lightning rod on top of the church steeple with your fingernail and you will hear it.” I’m standing in the front room of the house in Nova Scotia where this…
  • At BOMB: Jonas Mekas Talks to Pier Paolo Pasolini, Rome, 1967

    Harriet Staff
    19 Dec 2014 | 8:34 am
    We heard this was coming! Jonas Mekas writes about Pier Paolo Pasolini for the newest issue of BOMB! & now, here is me, in the depths of Brooklyn, years later, here I am by my table covered with your poetry, films, novels, essays. Here I am myself, now, wrestling with it all, reliving your life, from Friuli to Napoli to Rome to Palestine to India to Africa to Chaucer to Marquis de Sade, and yes, your mother, always the mother & I remember my own mother singing by herself, in the morning kitchen, me still half asleep, she was always singing; yes, your mother, Friuli, she was always…
  • In Fight to Stay Relevant, UK Libraries Look to Coffee Shops

    Harriet Staff
    19 Dec 2014 | 6:00 am
    This year the UK’s Department for Culture, Media, and Sport commissioned a study called “The Independent Library Report for England.” The study’s findings have been made public and as the Telegraph reports, libraries may start looking to coffee shops’s examples, by offering coffee and Wifi, to continue serving the public. Libraries must shed their old-fashioned image and become more like coffee shops with free Wi-Fi and comfy sofas, according to a report into the future of the service. The era of libraries as hushed reading rooms with books as their sole product…
  • A Fun Interview With Major Jackson

    Harriet Staff
    18 Dec 2014 | 1:19 pm
    Major Jackson is interviewed at Please Excuse This Poem, the online extension of 100 New Poets for the Next Generation, forthcoming from Viking in March. This is a fun interview series! Keep your eyes on it. For now, some Q&A from our favorite Harvard Review editor: What was the last book of poems you read: Urban Tumbleweed by Harryette Mullen Your favorite motto / quote: “Earth’s the right place for love: / I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.” Your favorite occupation / hobby: Playing chess with my dad. Your idea of happiness: Lying on a beach with my wife with a…
  • Holly Pester Reviews the Revolution: A Reader Entire

    Harriet Staff
    18 Dec 2014 | 11:00 am
    Poet, performance-writer, sound artist, and critic Holly Pester reviews Revolution: A Reader–compiled by Lisa Robertson and Matthew Stadler and co-published by Publication Studio in North America and Paraguay Press in Europe–for Three Letter Words. Beautifully done: her headline even includes a Reader-esque footnote. And she starts off quite right: “Unlike many edited compendiums of themed texts, here the term ‘revolution: a reader’ isn’t just a description of the anthology, but of the people who will participate in the investigation into revolution, i.e. you.”…
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  • Best Practices for Landing Retainer Writing Gigs

    Guest Column
    19 Dec 2014 | 9:36 am
    Editor’s Note: The following content is provided to Writer’s Digest by a writing community partner. This content is sponsored by American Writers & Artists Inc. www.awaionline.com. Looking for the “easy path” to making a living as a writer? Set up retainer deals so that you have ongoing work, month after month, and a steady income. Last week I gave you my top three picks for retainers you should set up in the New Year – including how much you can expect to make and how to land them. And today I’m going to give you some best practices you should follow to ensure you land and…
  • Write Better: 3 Ways To Introduce Your Main Character

    Guest Column
    19 Dec 2014 | 7:41 am
    One of the biggest bugaboos in manuscript submissions is when the author doesn’t properly introduce the protagonist within the first chapter. Readers want to know quickly the protagonist’s sex, age and level of sophistication in the world of the story, and they want to relate to the character on an emotional level. Readers’ interest in the protagonist has to be earned, in other words. If we like a character, then we want to see her do well and we’re willing to follow her around and invest our time and interest in rooting her on in her struggle. But it’s important we know some…
  • Reading Selection of the Month: The Vintner’s Daughter

    Brian A. Klems
    18 Dec 2014 | 11:22 am
    Writer’s Digest is particularly proud to highlight our recommended read of the month in December because the author, Kristen Harnisch, is member of the Writer’s Digest community. At our 2012 conference, she made connections that led to her agent. At the 2013 event, she connected with keynote Adriana Trigiani to secure a blurb for her book. And at our 2014 event, we were proud to host Kristen as one of our speakers. Kristen’s novel, The Vintner’s Daughter, is an extraordinary read – something that would make a great last-minute gift for Christmas, or a perfect pick to start reading…
  • Agent One-on-One Boot Camp (w/ Critique): How to Craft Query Letters & Submission Materials That Get Noticed — Starts Jan 20, 2015

    Chuck Sambuchino
    18 Dec 2014 | 10:56 am
    When your submission materials – a query letter, synopsis, manuscript, or book proposal – arrive in an agent’s inbox, they land among hundreds of others. At that point, one of two things will happen. Either the agent (or the agent’s assistant) will like the submission and request more materials, or they will reply with a rejection. Authors who get rejected tend to fall in one of two categories when submitting materials: they try too hard, or not enough. This all-new Writer’s Digest Boot Camp is designed to help you streamline your submission materials to stand out in a good way.
  • Writing the Unlikable Character (and Why You Should)

    Adrienne Crezo
    18 Dec 2014 | 6:00 am
    Ignatius J. Reilly We talk a lot about the importance of writing characters that readers like or can relate to—and by “we” I mean anyone who feels strongly about books, regardless of profession. It’s nice to know when the good guy is good and when the bad guy is bad. That’s what you expect from a story. You want a hero, right? Nope. Not this reader. I love unlikable characters. It’s fair to say that if there’s a no-good, dirty, rotten scoundrel in the lead, I am 100 percent on board. But it seems incongruous, doesn’t it, that a character who is…
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    Dunstan Carter : Poetry

  • Split The Mist

    dc
    3 Dec 2014 | 6:31 pm
    Icy halos spin As the skaters split the mist And hail winter’s dawn
  • Your Beard

    dc
    27 Nov 2014 | 5:03 pm
    People have stopped Talking about your beard, They’ve moved onto Bigger things Like business rates And apprenticeships. They’ve started discussing Brownie recipes, Mergers and acquisitions And the time it would take to Skin a rabbit in a jungle With a very basic Grasp of butchery And zero guidance. There’s a silence When you start to list All the trainers You’ve bought since 1992 And the best Talking Heads singles In chronological order; They’re more interested In herbal teas And the future of SEO. There’s some heated opinion On British graffiti And the…
  • Wild Birds

    dc
    25 Nov 2014 | 5:39 pm
    I don’t want To say goodnight Or farewell, I’m not finished Worrying and Toothcombing The words I’ve scattered Across hours And seen flutter Like birds, Flapping into grey skies No longer trapped In a thought, Or caught in a pause Where ancestors Fought, For the freedom To say The things Once unsaid, Or at least Something shocking; Then I remember my bed, Dizzy from thinking Of a thousand wild birds, A flock of noise rising And the things left unheard.
  • Armchair Critic

    dc
    17 Nov 2014 | 5:02 pm
    Significant In his insignificance, A dance of oft repeated whispers And metered diatribes Muttered loudly To no one, This man has it all; The repartee And the put downs, The wry grin And the eyebrow all arched, He is mighty alone, A cloud wildly drizzling, A tongue as quick as a microwave And a brain plugged in Gently sizzling.
  • Dreamer Gone

    dc
    6 Nov 2014 | 6:06 pm
    I hear the mock disgust In your tone, The spittle in the corners Of your brain bubbling, A tart marmalade spread On fatigued jealousy. You are nothing But a wooden bench In a run-down launderette, The warmth left By huge tired buttocks, A tiny line of sweat Gleaming as the sun sets Through boredom And the knobs on the old machines Tick like tutting veterans Peeved and all alone. I hear your phone Rings very rarely Because of all The bile you’ve blown.
 
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    Robert Peake

  • What Can Computers Teach Us About Poetry?

    Robert Peake
    11 Dec 2014 | 8:15 am
    The idea that analysing poetry with computers could teach us anything about the art is controversial. A recent survey I conducted of more than 300 tech-savvy poets confirmed that — while they generally agree that technology has been good for poetry in terms of fostering community, creating networking opportunities, and providing remote learning — they would rather computer scientists keep the ones and zeroes away from their iambs and spondees. Intuitively, this makes sense — after all, we write poems for people, not machines. Poetry is one…
  • “School Trip” Read by Phil Abrams (Video)

    Robert Peake
    4 Dec 2014 | 1:49 am
    The Public Poetry Series, sponsored by Fjords Review, aims to foster a person-to-person experience of poetry through video. The actor Phil Abrams has done a remarkable job reading my poem “School Trip” to camera. Click here to watch the video He seems to feel and then say, unfolding his nuanced emotional range line-by-line in extreme close-up, embodying a kind of haggard, Giamatti-like anti-hero that is the perfect speaker for this poem. Be sure to check out all the videos in the Public Poetry Series here. The post “School Trip” Read by Phil Abrams (Video) appeared…
  • Unconscious Preoccupations, Machine Revelations

    Robert Peake
    27 Nov 2014 | 12:09 pm
    Turnabout is fair play. Having analysed several thousand poems from Poetry magazine, I have decided to turn the same methodology on myself. I analysed 5,751 words from the 79 poems from my current pamphlet The Silence Teacher and my forthcoming collection The Knowledge. Here are my top twenty-five most commonly-used words: air (27) light (26) eyes (23) day (21) water (20) night (20) face (19) man (17) hands (17) hand (16) life (15) place (15) head (14) small (14) world (14) sound (13) hold (12) fingers (12) love (12) long (12) late (12) white (12) blue (12) dark (11) call (11) Ouch. Far from…
  • No Such Thing as Bad Words

    Robert Peake
    26 Nov 2014 | 2:26 pm
    “The Difference Between Medicine and Poison is in the Dose” -Circa Survive (song title) In response to my recent analysis of the frequency of words used in past issues of Poetry magazine, current editor Don Share issued me a good-humoured challenge: @PeakePoetics Um, not anymore, I'll wager. Try it with issues published since I became editor.  —  Don Share (@Don_Share) November 26, 2014 So, I analysed 395 poems from 13 issues of Poetry edited by Don Share from October 2013 to November 2014. I was at first surprised to discover that the nature of the results…
  • Top “Poetry Words”

    Robert Peake
    26 Nov 2014 | 11:24 am
    Having counted the occurrence of words in nearly 3,000 poems published in Poetry Magazine to create a parameterised random word generator, I am making some other interesting discoveries about these words. First, as one Twitter user pointed out, the words that come up at each “frequency of occurrence” setting on the generator have their own distinct feel, as if very different types of poets might gravitate toward different clusters of words: .@PeakePoetics @Don_Share Set the Word Frequency to Infrequent you get the makings of a John Ashbery poem: to Frequent: Robert Bly.
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    The Nahmias Cipher Report

  • Does Middle East Harbour Fears of Oil Drying Up?

    Vineeta tiwari
    4 Dec 2014 | 8:55 pm
    Vinita Tiwari, Middle East Correspondent Last Modified: 11:55 p.m. DST, 04 November 2014 MIDDLE EAST – Will the world soon experience a major oil and gas crunch? Many global countries are gradually becoming self-dependent and planning to adopt new drilling technologies in the hope of discovering their own oil reserves. The Middle East, which has […]
  • Racism Remains in Post-Apartheid South Africa

    Chrycka Harper
    25 Nov 2014 | 7:49 pm
    Chrycka Harper, Poet & Literary Critic Last Modified: 22:48 p.m. DST, 25 November 2014 SOUTH AFRICA – The World Hates me Because I am Black… Thus I will Love the World Because I am Black. I will always remember this moment: my mom and little brother coming into the house with mail. She hands me […]
  • Saudi Arabia Grapples with Women’s Right to Drive Within Existing Restrictions

    Rocio Flores
    13 Nov 2014 | 12:41 pm
    Rocío Flores, Associate Editor Last Modified: 15:40 p.m. DST, 13 November 2014 SAUDI ARABIA – A common Western activity such as driving has been an issue for women in Saudi Arabia for ages. Although women over thirty have been allowed to drive, this right has been curtailed by the stringent restriction to which they are […]
  • Human Trials to Test Ebola Vaccine Begin

    Sarah Jakubowski
    5 Nov 2014 | 8:31 pm
    Sarah Joanne Jakubowski, Contributing Journalist Last Modified: 23:31 p.m. DST, 05 November 2014 WASHINGTON, D.C. – The National Institute of Health (NIH) has received approval from the U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA) to begin human testing of a new Ebola vaccine. This will be welcome news for the millions of Americans who now face […]
  • Rwanda’s Leading Murderer

    Jessamy Nichols
    25 Oct 2014 | 10:38 pm
    Jessamy Nichols, Africa Correspondent Last Modified: 01:40 a.m. EST, 26 October 2014 KIGALI, Rwanda – Ever since the 1994 Rwandan genocide, the international community has been slow to criticize Rwanda’s new government and slow to intervene in matters there. This hesitancy to get involved is rooted back to their fear of being to blame for […]
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    Magma Poetry » Blog

  • Magma 60: The Newcastle Launch

    Rob Mackenzie
    16 Dec 2014 | 12:32 am
    Newcastle’s Lit & Phil isn’t easy to describe. It’s a beautiful building that harbours expansive rooms, mezzanines, corridors and hideaways, bookshelves against every wall packed with books. The photos below will give a flavour but I’d advise anyone to check out the Lit and Phil for themselves if they are ever in Newcastle. The readings were exceptional. The poets each read a few poems of their own and one written by someone else on the Magma 60 theme of freedom, and these choices proved distinctive and exciting. Here are the readers in order with a very short…
  • Magma 60 Launches: from London to Newcastle

    Rob Mackenzie
    11 Dec 2014 | 4:53 am
    Tonight (Thurs 11 December 2014) is the Newcastle launch of Magma 60. If you’re in the vicinity, do come along to the Lit & Phil (23 Westgate Rd, Newcastle upon Tyne, Tyne and Wear NE1 1SE) at 7pm for a sterling line-up (free of charge). Our main guest reader is Sean O’Brien, whose Magma 60 prose article ‘Freedom and Responsibility’ is a provocative, stimulating examination of the responsibilities people have to poetry and language. Reading alongside him will be Magma 60 contributors Peter Armstrong, Janette Ayachi, Tessa Berring, Carole Bromley, Marjorie Lotfi…
  • Blog Review 38: Tim Cumming Reviews ‘The Stairwell’ by Michael Longley

    Tim Cumming
    3 Dec 2014 | 12:41 am
    Here are the names of some of the flowers of Carrigskeewaun – sandwort, saxifrage, asphodel; and here are some of its songbirds – red bunting, blackcaps, chiffchaffs, a wren, “its tumultuous/ Aria in C or/ Whatever the key/ In which God exists”. In Longley country, the small forms of the world spread and grow from book to book. His poems are miniatures with big dimensions, nests of small ephemera with long shadows and persistent themes, though they can also be decorative, lovely to hear and to look at, and even if slight, riveted with perfectly placed detail. Longley’s art and craft…
  • Dan O’Brien on The Lake Isle of Innisfree by W.B. Yeats

    Dan O'Brien
    2 Dec 2014 | 2:58 am
    American poet and playwright Dan O’Brien recently won the 2014 Troubadour International Poetry Prize, 2013 Fenton Aldeburgh First Collection Prize for War Reporter. You can read two new poems by O’Brien in Magma 60.  Exclusively for Magma, he considers the issue’s theme of freedom as it relates to a famous poem by W.B. Yeats. THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE by W.B. Yeats I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have…
  • Magma 60 and its launch events in London and Newcastle

    Rob A Mackenzie
    21 Nov 2014 | 10:00 am
    Freedom is a word so big, or so close to us, that perhaps we don’t even see it. Certainly the poems that arrived in response to our call for poems on the theme of ‘Freedom’ were so various that often we couldn’t decide if a poem was supposed to address the theme at all. But the best of them enacted, across the gamut of political, personal, geographical and cultural life, the human freedom of the careful and electric word. The prose pieces consider freedom from a range of viewpoints. Sean O’Brien’s piece, for Magma’s National Conversation project, reminds us…
 
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    Poet Mom

  • Verse inspired by the Misery Islands

    January
    19 Dec 2014 | 9:00 am
    Thanks to Will Broaddus at the Salem News for this article in the Salem News! (My kids were surprised and thrilled to see their picture in the paper.)Here's an excerpt:"The poem 'Misery Islands' narrates her journey and describes the two islands, but is also a reflection on the poet’s recent divorce.'We were never of one body,' she writes. 'You said wind. I said water. / And whatever has connected us has disappeared.'The image draws on the fact, which O’Neil describes, that one Misery island can be reached from another by wading at low tide.Most of O’Neil’s poems work in this way,…
  • #HipKidsRead

    January
    18 Dec 2014 | 7:53 pm
    Join me for a very special event. Help provide Boston youth with books for the holidays.****Mr. Hip Presents: Reading Series’and benefit raffleDecember 20ROOM83 Spring,83 Spring StreetWatertown, MAPresented in coordination with ReadBoston, Mayor Walsh’s early literacy program, 826 Boston, a non-profit organization dedicated to supporting youth ages 6-18, and Grub Street’s Young Adult Writer’s Program, Mr. Hip Presents is hosting a fundraiser at our reading on December 20th in order to provide the youth involved with these educational literacy programs books for the upcoming…
  • Confession Tuesday

    January
    16 Dec 2014 | 4:35 am
    Happy Tuesday, folks. After a bit of a break, it's good to be back. Share a little of yourself here and I promise to do the same.I'm feeling a little like this today: partly cloudy. I'm in a but of a rut. A big part of it is grading and the work that comes with finishing up the semester. That will end this week. Unfortunately, I know that the only way out is through, so I'm going back to all of those strategies that help me manage my mood. Blogging is a big part of that.****Blogging gives me a chance to process what's going on with me in a creative way. Even finding the right photo cheers me…
  • Poet Claudia Rankine on the violent deaths of black men

    January
    15 Dec 2014 | 12:04 pm
  • CLAUDIA EMERSON - Poets in Person - Episode 5

    January
    4 Dec 2014 | 10:05 am
    I met Claudia once at AWP Boston, and I had the opportunity to tell her how much Late Wife helped me through the writing of Misery Islands. I acted like a starstruck fan, a bit off-putting if you're a poet trying to get to your next event.On Facebook, she chronicled her illness with honesty and hope. This video from the Cortland Review is a lovely piece about her life in 2012.Rest in Peace.
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    Shadow Dancing with Mind

  • UP, CLOSE & PERSONAL: The Gypsy Goddess - Meena Kandasamy

    Shashi S
    30 Nov 2014 | 10:03 am
    THE GYPSY GODDESS - A THUNDERCLAP OF A NOVELFrom Hindu lit festivals, to constant ongoing word wars on social media, I have been watching Author Meena Kandasamy's journey to becoming a fiction writer of repute, for some time now. Her book ‘The Gypsy Goddess’, seemed to me, giving voice to her restrained rage against passivity of society at large. In this powerfully crafted novel, she gave vent to her angst in most interesting and witty way, taking us on a journey, exploring one of the most heinous massacres in Nagapattinam at Kilvenmani, where in 1968, 44 dalits were burnt alive by…
  • WANDERLUST: A Spiritual Quest in Jageshwar and Kasar Devi

    Shashi S
    30 Nov 2014 | 9:41 am
    IN SEARCH OF SPIRITUALITY This is my third visit to Jageshwar Dham, along with my Amitabh and Shweta to celebrate their anniversary,  had a special purpose i.e. in search of the answers to some questions that I have had developed in recent times as well as thanks giving for the many blessings Lord Jageshwar has given me over the years. Jageshwar is believed to be the site of first of the twelve Jyotirlingas, Nageshvara Jyotirlinga.The temple city comprises a cluster of 124 large and small stone temples, dating 9th to 13th century AD. And I firmly believe that the spiritual…
  • TTW: Purpose Of Life - Existentialism

    Shashi S
    16 Sep 2014 | 7:07 am
    What's the purpose of life and why do we live in an Universe devoid of meaning...  THOUGHTS ON EXISTENTIALISM. “If you can hold a flower and see life in its tender petals, vibrant colors and complex design to inevitably give birth in it’s dying, to another sustainable life, then that is Living. But if you can love the flower’s beauty, care for its ‘being’, however temporal and fragile, and ensure that it blooms into thousand flowers within your love, that’s The Purpose of Life. Remember, Love is what transcends death, even after you die. You still flower into thousands of…
  • TTW: Selected Thoughts on Love, Life and Divinity... by V.E.D

    Shashi S
    16 Sep 2014 | 6:48 am
    Over the year I have shared some Thought This Week (TTW) and here are some of the best one from this year ....Hope you will enjoy them.___WE CAN NOT BE ANYTHING ELSE...Each one of us has a destiny to fulfill and we are stuck with it. We can’t be anything else. We are born with a map imprinted within our DNA, to achieve the greatness, fitting perfectly within the universal fiber of cosmic design. Hence our job, in this life, is not to become what we think as ideal, but to be, who we already are. But the problem is that we don’t look hard or deep enough within. We just keep floating in…
  • 32nd Edition of Shadow Dancing with Mind - CELEBRATING MADRAS DAY

    Shashi S
    21 Aug 2014 | 11:33 pm
    HAPPY BIRTHDAY MADRAS!!!This is my 32nd edition of “Shadow Dancing With Mind”, which celebrates Founding of Madras, (22nd August, 1639), with a call to "ONE ASPECT I WOULD LIKE TO CHANGE ABOUT CHENNAI"… as well as take you, “UP, CLOSE AND PERSONAL” with some important people I came across in Chennai in recently…In this edition you will also 'walk' with me through my impressions “STILL LIFE” from Vrindavan, where Krishna’s Love Flowered… And then we end with “THOUGHT THIS WEEK” from Verse Every Day… “BE THE BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING THAT YOU ARE…” V.E.DSo here…
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  • Iconoclasts: Dave Chappelle Meets Maya Angelou

    tspoetry
    19 Dec 2014 | 4:00 am
    These are some standout quotes from an amazing video that features two people from different generations and “cultures.” Here is Maya Angelou’s side of the matter. Watch the video for Dave Chappelle’s. Without courage, you can’t practice any other virtue consistently. Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. Love is a condition so powerful, it may be that which holds the stars in the firmament. Poison is still poison, even if you pour it into a crystal goblet. Do you know how important you are? Each of us has a chance to be somebody. I think I need to…
  • Top Ten Sightings in the Wild—On Being a Writer

    LW Lindquist
    18 Dec 2014 | 4:00 am
    T. S. Poetry Press recently released a new title in the Masters in Fine Living Series, On Being a Writer: 12 Simple Habits for a Writing Life that Lasts, by Ann Kroeker and Charity Singleton Craig. Now there’s been a rash of sightings of the book in the wild, from sidling up to the laundry and dirty dishes to making music, making friends at the library, and making merry and bright for the holiday season. Where have you seen On Being a Writer in the wild? 1. On Being a Writer doing dishes 2. On Being a Writer hanging with the laundry Photos by Darlene 3. On Being a Writer making music…
  • Wallace Stevens and Walking the Landscape

    Glynn Young
    17 Dec 2014 | 1:00 am
    I’m reading, or actually rereading, Living in the Nature Poem by Mary Harwell Sayler, and I’m taken by this poem: Landscape Loved by Wallace Stevens If you could fly over yards and yards of green lace lining the Gulf and Space Coasts, you would see low-lying bands of land seeding the sea with pockets blue – beaded with water, and you’d wonder how one more word could fit into the shell – shaped pattern, hemmed with canals, and not unravel beneath the weight of so many people pushing the delicate fabric, poking the intricate design, picking at flaws not found in winter-bound spools…
  • Understanding Pride and Prejudice: Jane Austen’s Shin Bone

    Charity Singleton Craig
    16 Dec 2014 | 4:00 am
    When my 16-year-old stepson brought home a school-issued copy of Pride and Prejudice early in his sophomore year, I could barely control the superlatives that threatened to burst out of my mouth. “Best first line,” “Favorite book ever,” “Important perspective for changing women’s . . . “ “I can’t even understand what I’m reading,” Nicholas told me. “I’ll help you,” I said. “It’s one of my favorite books.” But try as I might to uphold Jane Austen’s masterpiece as a classic worth wrestling with, my son became despondent. When I printed out lists of characters…
  • Make Me Laugh: Photo Play 2

    Heather Eure
    15 Dec 2014 | 4:00 am
    When we see a photo of someone laughing, we can’t help but smile back. Thanks to everyone who participated in last week’s Photo Play and Prompt. Our feature photo at the top of the page was shot by bowenmurphy. It is pure joy. You can almost hear the sparkling laughter! In the next photograph, Richard shares a candid of his daughters hugging it out. The accompanying poem he wrote compares their formative years to a movie. Rivalry, hair tugs, and the usual bickering evolve into appreciation and bonds of affection. He says it well: In the end, there is the love and laughter,…
 
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  • Burying The Survivors

    cottonbombs
    13 Dec 2014 | 10:04 pm
    If a plane crashes in the middle of Lake Ontario where do you bury the survivors? Wherever the hell you want to to each their own we all deal with death differently even if that means burying the living somewhere deep within the dirt of our memory somewhere where they won’t ever find us where we know we won’t ever meet again it’s why we weep at every funeral knowing we might be next and there’s a good chance we won’t get this good a showing.
  • Roasting Marshmallows over the Phoenix

    cottonbombs
    10 Dec 2014 | 9:36 pm
    When we’re this close to that close so we think we know how close we are to too close how I can see the sun but I can’t feel the sun and how far we are to the sun till we’re hit on our wings crashing when reality seems to be dripping off a Seurat painting hanging in this gallery wondering when all we can see are the dots as they can be individually and not as this smoke burning these wings when these wings land upon the fireplace channel playing upon the screen of the tv to bring filmed reality to heat what we can ever see and what we can never feel can it be that what we…
  • This Side of 40

    cottonbombs
    4 Dec 2014 | 10:15 pm
    Time has the stealth of a jungle cat the tiger never announces himself to his prey that cat knows when to purr and when to pray and when to shut the fuck up and let the shadows work their magic and sixteen years ago I was on beach in Thailand mocking the age I just reached tonight and anytime anyone asked me the time I’d look at my imaginary watch and mock shock screaming “Oh my God I’m forty!” as though it was some kind of a joke. Now I see this midnight side of forty not to mock age but hope to reach it. Ageing never loses its timing but it does lose its hair.  
  • Future’s Aftertaste

    cottonbombs
    30 Nov 2014 | 9:01 pm
    It all starts now the entire future of our entire universe starts right now it has to start some time and I’m starting with soup and the entire future started six lines before and here we are staring at the menu starving yet too afraid to order the entree knowing the house usually overcooks the steak and pasta el dente usually comes with teeth still here we are because here we have to be but we still have to see the menu so we can order up our future to the taste of the house and hope the chef gets it right.
  • The Birth of the Cold

    cottonbombs
    26 Nov 2014 | 9:59 pm
    I don’t care what my calendar says Winter started today Winter is the most obnoxious season no other season makes such a rude entrance. Spring melts Winter then Summer scorches Spring till Autumn falls Summer then Fall falls to Winter each season is stronger than its predecessor then weaker than its successor while tonight Winter waits for no calendar sure December 21 6:03 pm might be set in print and circled as Old Man Winter’s due date but tonight Mother Nature has other plans and while the calendar may read November this snow storm is Old Man Winter crashing Autumn’s…
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    Hijaabi in the Rain

  • Spiritual Limbo III

    11 Dec 2014 | 3:14 pm
    Impressions stamped upon the foreheadWe cannot escapeLeft unstable with these mounting trinketsGold plated woodThe goodness amassed for frail heartsReaches no veins and in vainWe wait thinking foundations will not buckleUnder the pressure of the externalI am not richJust a poor soul trying to pay off it's debtsTowards God is the procession
  • Ramble

    16 Nov 2014 | 3:25 pm
    Compromise is unutterable , an ugly, heavy word, forming uncomfortably in the small print.It was not my intention to write this here , to write this , to write.Sometimes I wonder at the paradox of principle . The excellence in the grandiose , the simplicity in excellence . I demean the latter despite lacking the moral fibre to achieve it.When I think of compromise , I think of betrayal and the bitterness of that gives way to humanity. A compromise rooted in betrayal rooted in compromise.Life has always been full circle and never quite straight lines .Are you feeding a hypocrisy ? Or are you…
  • Numb

    8 Nov 2014 | 11:38 am
    Tell me where it is supposed to hurtOn which wound should my tears stingIf all my veins are lined with hypocrisyMaybe I sold my soul too cheapTook a faith as fleetingCan't even pinpoint whereDid it all go wrong ?I sit with my old self on rainy daysOne foot in the grave , a heart filled with dustOf shameIts strangeMaybe my mind is fireThat my limbs will tastePerhaps your words made knots in my fateTell me where do I beginCrave a silence too deep for a body to withstandBound to that which isn't sacrificedSacrificed along with that which isn't boundForgive me for misendeavorsThe vilified victim…
  • On Beauty and Weddings III

    30 Aug 2014 | 4:52 pm
    Bloodlines disperse with beliefThese generations are untraceableUnteachable , unbelievableI hold my breath when she tells meI feel religiosity stuck in our throatsIt hurts and we divergeLike pebbles in the seaAsk me about beautyI would say she runsLike a glass thread through our heartsTransparency in beingSincerity in action Caught somewhere awkwardWhere unsaid truths tick away another hourThe outcome of our collective childhoodIs bitter sweet tongues andDistance growing weedsA half bloom of flowersthat may never see another springI want to sit where the river splitsI want to…
  • Anonymous

    13 Aug 2014 | 3:36 pm
    Nameless, faceless pills to stifle the egoI am not here to kill my lower selfIf I nurtute her in darkness perhapsThen and only then will she seek lightI should take my hesitations, place themUnder the watching of GodSpeechlessAbsence is an elixr for the restlessAnd such sincerity comes into questionIf the auditorium was emptyHow loud would I speak ?So I'm pealing back the layers to the essenceFind the who behind the whatClarify the why'sBut I am labelledEasily identifiedDiscerning eyes swallow my wordsI speak of goodnessThough there is little goodness in meMay God mask the shame of what I've…
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    Dark Matter

  • Shuggie Otis On Sunday

    Tony Brown
    19 Dec 2014 | 6:14 am
    Originally posted 10/12/2008; original title, “Hearing Slapbak On A Sunday.” An invite to Sparkle City,the bass a friendly hand opening the door,the groove shuffling me along to comfortwith a shout to someone unseento break out sweet tea and a good meal; no choice in the matter for there is no offer I would refuse. Oh, it’s not much — no, it’s everything. It’s church softer than any pew, warms me top to bottom on no more than an ember. Big pillow for a sad head. Holds me like a cradle I never had.
  • The Next Country

    Tony Brown
    18 Dec 2014 | 4:52 pm
    Originally posted on 4/29/2013;  original title, “The Unimagined Country.” Yet-to-be-fully-imaginednext country, country where we let our own blood into the garden soil to feed it, where we sing in our own tongues in the front yards and kneel silently in the back yards under the open sky, seekingguidance or a little rain; country yet to be founded, already rich and storied, abandoned, rediscovered,abandoned and found again and again; country, not nation, not state;country, not homeland, not seat of empire. Country yet to be ours, countryours to define — country for us…
  • German

    Tony Brown
    18 Dec 2014 | 12:23 pm
    Originally posted 7/3/2006. We don’t recognize the tall old man who asks if he can be on the list. After he signs up at number four, he sits in the far corner, alone, speaking to no one. When his turn comes he announces that the poem he’ll be reading is a gift from the ancient ones unveiling the dangers of the coming ultrafascism.  He begins in German and if he could speak German at anything more than a freshman level we might find less menace to his voice. We catch snips of words and phrases, some in English: holy war,Taliban,Allah,Jehovah,Freemasons,KGB. We shift in our…
  • Looming

    Tony Brown
    17 Dec 2014 | 1:49 pm
    New poem. The blessing  I’ve awaited is  not yet in sight but there is a promise of it in a shadow ahead of us. I shall not rush toward it. Instead, let’s see what birds come toward us from that potential home, let’s see what the sea offers us  as we tack closer, let’s feel something like hope and regret  co-mingled until we are ready to land and shift from past and future  into present. I have waited this long to see it looming there; so little time to wait now, so little to fear now as we approach, and I will not speak for all of us but I will say that I am…
  • When He Broke Us

    Tony Brown
    17 Dec 2014 | 6:06 am
    Originally posted 7/28/2013. When He nearly broke us on a knee and a treaty our mystery belonging broke Our knowledge of stone’s tongue broke Our river dreaming broke The river bed openedand drained itself downto bones When He nearly broke us on a promise and a prayer we ended  — almostCouldn’t speak to each otherAfter war came famine andour children were takenThey returned much later looking morelike HimHad no tongue to use with usWho were we thenwithout them  but when He cracked us He did not finish it We found glue among little stonesWe found our old words thereWe saw…
 
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    Root Times

  • Death

    Sucay Miranda
    22 Nov 2014 | 10:26 am
    "Death"If you're worried about what happens after you die, worry no more, nothing happens! How do I know? Well, because your body dies! All of your energy will decompose and be sucked by the soil. I was raised a Christian, and I believed in the afterlife. I was concerned with going to hell, because no one wants that. But I was being fooled. Things were not making sense. The more I thought about it, the more I realized it was not true. I started to listen to people I previously disagreed with and new thoughts entered my head. I started to notice how things in the Bible were not adding up. You…
  • Life and Social Anxiety

    Sucay Miranda
    24 Oct 2014 | 12:09 pm
    Social Anxiety affects us all in one way or another. I know it has affected me since I was very young. I've always been shy around people. I never had many friends, except for a selected few. I grew up abused by other classmates. I never defended myself when it came to verbal abuse. I just knew that no one could abuse me physically. I always stood up for myself in that regard. But I still felt awkward and ugly most the times. Then I grew up a bit, and realized that they were just jealous. I wasn't that bad looking, I thought I look decent; but, I was still very quiet. Some girls had crushes…
  • Sex is Overrated (Blog)

    Sucay Miranda
    11 Sep 2014 | 10:04 am
    "Sex is Overrated"I will go straight to the point. Sex is overrated. I have experiment with it, so I can have a voice on the matter. If you are virgin, worry not. You're not missing much. I'm not saying it's bad, it's just not what people make it seem like. It's good for about how long it lasts, but as soon as one climax, the fun is over. Again, I am not dissing it. It's just not something to stress over. I cannot prove it, but, I think women enjoy it more than man do. A man's orgasm may last about five seconds, whereas a woman's may last about 15 seconds.Sex is the best natural high there…
  • Forgive (Blog)

    Violines Y magia
    9 Aug 2014 | 10:34 am
    Forgiveness, it's something that we all want, at least if we cared. Sometimes it's hard to forgive somebody, but we need it. Holding grudges is not healthy. But one should forgive from the heart, and not just say "I forgive you." It has to be for real. Holding a grudge may lead to unhappiness, discomfort in your daily life.No one is perfect. Maybe that someone who caused the hurt is very sorry for what they've done, in a very genuine way. Maybe it's hard for them to live with the guilt of what they've done. So, please, forgive them. So you can also go on with your life. So you can be free,…
  • The Art of Being Alone (Blog)

    Sucay Miranda
    28 Jul 2014 | 2:59 pm
    Being alone. Some people can't stand it, some people can, to the point of enjoyment. When you're okay being alone, it's when you're ready to have someone in your life. Otherwise you will come across as needy, and that is unattractive. You have to find something you love doing. Something that you enjoy, something that doesn't require others' company. For example, I have a YouTube channel, and I enjoy making videos, I make one each day. I talk in them and let my thoughts out.You have to find your own thing. Being alone is not the end of the world. There are so many things you can do to enjoy…
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    More than Words !

  • 32 degree

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    18 Dec 2014 | 8:21 pm
    Caffeinated soul-craftsmanship dominion mummification catacombsmetempsychosis (illuminatus), 32 degree, Osiris. (Spotless White) House of Delilah !!
  • The Poetics of Poetry !

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    17 Dec 2014 | 4:42 am
    Perhaps, poetry straddles betweenthe science of knowing, and the art of writing.And I am not sure how to confront puzzles.The worlds viewpoint, ideas and experiences.The array of thoughts, forms and technologies.Disguise of morality and prosperity, founded uponthe language of pragmatic thinkers.A remarkable aim of finding cognitive semantics.As electrons we meet in electronic disguise.A degitalized era of art and fantasy. A strikingrejuvenation of thoughts and philosophy.Missed connections, and existential poetry.The cacophony of imprinted verbatim. The strugglebetween privacy and piracy. A…
  • Kindled Kisses

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    15 Dec 2014 | 9:10 pm
    kinetic kamerad kindled koiknitting kelemenopy kankish koan keraunoscopia kinship kindled kef kelter keck katabasis killers kissers kook kahknockoff kantikoy kinky knavery katzenjammer knellkindred keenkinesthetic kitsch kindled kisses 
  • Her heart was an artifact.

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    15 Nov 2014 | 7:08 am
    By the fence of clear sky-he finds an unusual lopsided shape.His eyes are restless, legs imprinting confinements hands exploring dreams, a sudden bloom, full-stop.The hankering of wordsleaving him in a perpetual coherence, a slow break. A sudden collapse.Her heart was an artifact. She, 'an alien'.She came, experimented and flew away. For him, the arrival was the end.This is the paradox of decorated hearts.The desertification of soul where conquerors- are just beggars. Something like that, nothing more.Muffling snow in her eyes.Her wings, her…
  • Words are like Carbon !!

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    13 Nov 2014 | 10:01 pm
    Wittgenstein said, that which can be shown, cannot be said. Oh, how true he was.How true I am.Words are like carbon. Some mix to form stones and papers. Some are rare diamonds. And I am sapphire. Oh, how egoist of me to say so.For I am, what I make of me. A god in disguise. Or, the devil deceiving.Mirror oh, mirror. Show me that which is not beautiful. Every detail, every function. Don't misjudge. Don't be lost.There is none. Is there ?Life is transcendental. Beauty is universal.Yet, humor is not acceptable. But I have…
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    DaPhunkeeProfessor.com

  • Why Is That, Ferguson?

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    25 Nov 2014 | 8:06 am
    Why do events like Ferguson happen?Because the community allows it.Thugs kill each other,thugs kill innocent people...some cops kill all of the aboveand keep walking...and keep walking...and keep...why is that...?R.I.P. Michael Brown
  • Urban Expressionism: The Roots and Influences of Modern Urban Rituals

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    3 Nov 2014 | 12:30 pm
    (RE-PRINT of Article from ChickenBones:A Journal, published in Fall 2004)To keep it in the New World Griot tradition, I summarize my thesis with the following:Excuse me, pardon me, may I have your attention for a few moments. You see, I’m trying to find my brothers and sisters, and cousins. They have been scattered all over the place, but you can recognize us and tell that we’re family when you see us. You see my Daddies name is BAM and my Momma’s name is Hip-hop. So they say, BAM lived up in Harlem but liked to party in the Bronx, ‘cause the Bronx always threw the best parties. Well,…
  • A Cry In The Dark...

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    20 Aug 2014 | 10:54 pm
    Excerpt from "Teeth of a Lioness"In the hot and sultry late summer's night, Yan laid in the dark awaiting her. She enter the room and slowly crawled into the bed. With a soft growl and nibble at his ear, she whispered that she was going to treat him like a tootsie pop...The last thing he remember, before waking up in the hospital was the third lick. As he came to, he saw two pamphlets on the tray next to his hospital gurney: "Instruction On How to Urinate" and "You Can Still Lead A Full and Productive Life"...
  • Producers Notes: Building The Groovalottos Album Pt. 3

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    11 Aug 2014 | 1:00 am
    Whether it's the sweet soul sound of the Delphonics, the southern funk of the Dramatics or the expansive soul of Curtis Mayfield; like any great stew or soup, the quality and success lies within the basis. In the case of soul, funk and blues, it dwells within the rhythm section. Thom Bell's string and horn arrangements on "Ready or Not" are powerful, but would not be as powerful if it were not for the rich groove sustained by the drums and bass below the haunting melody and atmospheric harmonies.In the tradition of Black American, small combo music the structure is traditionally, drums, bass,…
  • Producers Notes: Building The Groovalottos Album Pt. 2

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    1 Aug 2014 | 12:15 am
    When listing my producers, I failed to mention one influence who had nothing to do with funk or soul, but was amazingly inventive. George Martin who produced the Beatles albums also came with some serious skills and techniques. His actual background was classical music, which translated well to the expansive work he did with the 'Fab Four' on their Sgt Pepper album. Another producer to pay close attention to is Marcus Miller, owner of some of the best ears in the industry. Having Miles Davis, Luther Vandross, E.U. (Da Butt), The Jamaica Boyz, and Chaka Khan among his credits would make him…
 
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    Miklos Arany

  • Sometimes

    MA
    15 Dec 2014 | 10:40 pm
    Even life Is a lesser blessing Than love
  • God of Drowning

    MA
    14 Dec 2014 | 5:20 pm
    Sometimes I wish I’d never had anything at all, Never touched anyone and never been found. I’m not grateful and never at peace with love After it’s gone, just empty as a promise, ruing The trade of joy like bubbles in a glass for the Hard labor of hours becoming alone, silence Spreading like oil on water, aching and hard At heart – the ocean heaving itself up in one Heavy wave, scourge of the god of drowning.
  • Out of Time

    MA
    14 Dec 2014 | 12:06 pm
    I fell asleep in the noonday sun, Warm even in winter, dreaming A difficult embrace, discontented But happy, here outside time. When I woke to a moonless sky, The stars had fallen, the rocks Were cold, the door had closed, And I was alone, out of time.
  • The Green-Eyed Monster

    MA
    13 Dec 2014 | 4:41 pm
    Remembering love’s existence Should be a sweet river of joy, Light in a land weary of life. There should be music in this Flesh, a mind stunned to still And stars visible in the sun. But the slightest touch is A glancing blow, bringing to Life an unquenchable thirst, Dark silence and bitter sleep. This body seems broken, like A thousand needle-pierced eyes Blind to everything but the Whole life of mad adventure Of which I can never be a part. I can’t count, much less face, The memories of so many better Men, so many vivid nights, so Many flashes of impulse hotter Than a bullet set…
  • Not Missing

    MA
    29 Nov 2014 | 6:39 pm
    I won’t miss this world’s Lies, greed, delusions. Or mine.
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    Walking Is Still Honest

  • (I am) Illumined Identity

    hrholt1986
    15 Dec 2014 | 8:00 am
    She, Her, Me by Rosemarie Wilson I am the creator’s daughter, a spiritual being blessed with a keen third eye functioning as her voice of reason; a child of the atmosphere bearing blood of her people that spilled throughout the land. I am hope, patiently waiting for comforting chords sung in harmony by every creature that has breath, tickled pink by peace filling the void left by chaos. I am bilingual, fluent in several dialects known to man, well versed in the native tongue of our ancestors. I am she, her, me; family in every sense of the word the sister who nags her siblings, first,…
  • The Call of Caged Changes

    hrholt1986
    12 Dec 2014 | 8:00 am
    A bogus nation. by Daniel Wetter That’s known to throw the faces, that they don’t like inside the lowest places. Prisons and graves overflowed with wasted, potential. Mental forces undergo no changes. If we don’t like it, then we fight with rage. In exchange for our freedom we might die today. The sun always comes out on a brighter day. Ignited is the spark that inspires flames. The fire is alive and your minds ablaze. It’s hard to feel alive, when your life is caged Released and unleashed this is my domain. My disdain for you is unkind but hey, we’re living on a globe…
  • Shards of Flat Scribbles

    hrholt1986
    11 Dec 2014 | 8:00 am
    Give In, and Join The Crowd! by Ryan Hardgrove I fill up these notebooks with all these words but what’s the use? the sky is blue and everyone knows it sometimes it’s gray and everyone knows that too deep into the night saddled at the bar the autumn crowd is typically a bit more boisterous it’s easier to lie to yourself when the weather is pleasant a barroom pal lands the stool next to mine mumbles something about a dart game and too many 50 cent tacos he drops a couple pills into my cramped pen hand I toss them into my mouth without inspecting them and bite down hard once before…
  • The Shoulders of Ponies

    hrholt1986
    10 Dec 2014 | 8:00 am
    Attitude Cheryl A. Rice He said they have a chip on their shoulder, like midgets, and I wonder how many midgets my father has known in real life. I wonder where a pony’s shoulders are, and whether or not perhaps they have a good reason for their nasty attitude, to be skittish. In college I knew a girl named Beth, a very little person in body, and she was tough, but from Poughkeepsie, and her brother owned a terrific bar right across the street from Vassar. She wanted to go into Special Ed. For her, defensiveness was a virtue, survival. For ponies, well, shouldn’t they be cautious…
  • These Mundane Tortures

    hrholt1986
    9 Dec 2014 | 8:00 am
    SPARKS by Jared A. Carnie when you see photos of yourself that remind you of trying to smile when you can’t quite sleep and the dog’s next to you already snoring when you’re so excited about connecting to novel, film, song you can’t focus on the rest when solitude gives you adrenaline and nothing to do when you regret paying for something by the time you’ve got it home when you want them so much you can’t do anything that helps you have them those friction lines between touching things and touching things that’s where sparks, depression illusion hope…
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    Gatsby's Abandoned Children

  • Going insane

    Jeremiah Walton
    18 Dec 2014 | 11:44 am
    perfectly dysfunctional the ratatatatat I’ve been kissing for in the ashes of love notes that dirty the hurt well, shit what else? where else? I licked the legs of my rocker & walked away with a splintered tongue, safe, sane broken safe words your smile your smile. Tagged: author, authors, creative writing, culture, jeremiah walton, lit, literature, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, writing
  • Fuck Chandelier Metaphors

    Jeremiah Walton
    17 Dec 2014 | 11:43 am
    I developed a clock’s tickticktick when a beaten man tried to murder me on the road I developed paranoia when I had began strapping a knife to my thigh to walk the dog Lock each door twice, windows creak, grab knife sleep armed, arm sleep with bah bah black sheep with red eyes skipping like stones from rain cloud to rain cloud, gnawing on eye lids like fields of grass Flowers of blood marauded dreams pressed between pages of silence I can’t put to words This house of leaves is green on the outside and pastel inside. This house of leaves weeps inside out. My tick is tock tock…
  • Mrs. Hat was a ghost that tortured me in Erie, P.A.

    Jeremiah Walton
    14 Dec 2014 | 1:03 pm
    PLEASURE IS A GHOST SCREAM A woman in a black hat scared my girl friend awake & the dog outside screamed but there was no mutt. I thought I heard the tires being slashed again I did hear my depression giggle & serotinin masturbating in secret. The man who tried to kill me woke me up He wasn’t in town nor did he have my number sopping wet over a 5 o clock shadow publically executed one pube plucked a time Tagged: art, artists, creative writing, ghosts, jeremiah walton, lit, literature, pleasure, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets
  • HahHAHhahhhahhhhahhh

    Jeremiah Walton
    13 Dec 2014 | 1:00 pm
    PEOPLED STREETS SMILE CHOKED RAIN SMILES hiding a ball gag 10/10 who live die. Don’t stop killing yourself, right? Ordinary was a gorge o u s dress on the woman of straight fantasies or the purr fect c o c k in the hands of a man You can teach children to count with my ribs I can’t get blood pumping to my dick let alone through my heart. I is the vowel I will burn even if innocent like a naive stripper’s drink read poetry like a 30 second bible Beauty is lack luster until blood. Blood, blue, red, black, yellow kerosene of the soul! Spitting up tobacco lung on avenues of…
  • A classic instance of death, paranoia, and depression

    Jeremiah Walton
    12 Dec 2014 | 12:58 pm
    I’m hallucinating that mad man again he’s in the bedroom with his beard waking me from dreams I don’t remember\ then he’s really there I swing a knife I don’t know how to use accidentally gut him going to jail for murder (good lawyers are out of my wallet’s width) or knick him he’ll chuckle reaching out with working man hands & strangle me. I won’t do anything at all, just be strangled. I’ll chew some roses over the experience in the never waking up Tagged: art, authors, creative writing, lit, literature, poem, poems, poet, poetry,…
 
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    Poetic Hope

  • Joyously Waiting Till Heaven Comes

    19 Dec 2014 | 6:57 am
    For some time now I have been pondering about how to express the idea of enduring to the end in a much more positive light. I like what I was able to create. In reality I did not realize that I was going to be trying to write a poem until the idea came to my mind in church the day I wrote the poem. Joyously Waiting Till Heaven ComesEndure to the endWhat does it meanHow do youEndure to the endTrust first and alwaysIn our Eternal FatherEven whenYou cannot see the wayOpen your eyes and seeThe grander vision of lifeIts great planAnd our eternal destiniesStand with the strengthThe strength of…
  • Charity

    18 Dec 2014 | 6:57 am
    When I first wrote this I was not happy with the way the poem ended. I loved most everything about the poem, I just was not happy with the ending. When I got to where I pondered about publishing it, I read it and found that I needed to add in one extra line, which solved all of my problems with the poem. The poem was written, with Deanne in mind, but I find now that I am looking back at it, the poem was also written in such a way that it could talk about my relationship with God as well. I do find it interesting how often the two feelings intersect. CharityI look up to youOh sure You are a…
  • When You Call My Name

    17 Dec 2014 | 6:51 am
    There are many times in my poetry the title will play a key role in understanding the whole of the poem, this poem is no exception. I like the simple beauty of this poem.When You Call My NameI feel your joyI see your hopeI taste your loveI embrace your dreamsI glimpse heavenEvery timeYou call my nameBy Joseph Kemper © 20 April 2014You can find my new book, "A Poet's Heart: Love Poems Volume 1" Here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems-Volume/dp/1492992933
  • Driven Hope

    16 Dec 2014 | 6:54 am
    Hope is a wonderful and powerful thing especially when taken into the full context of eternity. Driven HopeStrength to standAgainst the stormNo matter how bigCan be foundJoy to last Through the darkest nightCan be heldSimply look beyond the nowAnd ask eternityWhyThen listenAnd FollowBy Joseph Kemper © 19 April 2014I hope you enjoyed the poem.You can find my new book, "A Poet's Heart: Love Poems Volume 1" Here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems-Volume/dp/1492992933
  • Good Enough

    15 Dec 2014 | 6:55 am
    Some time ago Deanne requested that I write a poem that included the word hey in it. It took some time to actually finish but I love the results. Good EnoughHey there.How are you my love?Oh no! Why is that?So really what you're saying is You don't believe you're good enough.Well here is what I have to say about that.Get up and go look in the mirrorNow take a look at that angelic figure looking back at youOh you don't even see that do youThen let me ask you thisWhat is an angel?That is right someone who is sent by GodTo deliver messages or bless the livesOf those here on earth.You were sent…
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    A Blog By Rohan Bhardwaj

  • Google Versus Bing Search

    rohan bhardwaj
    9 Dec 2014 | 4:35 am
    No wonder you search Google for most of your queries. Whenever we get stuck somewhere we resort to Google or Wikipedia, there is not other search engine that comes in our head.Google have made their presence felt along the years and we know it. But, there are other good search engines too who have grown very much in their territory.I have a post about steps to kill yourself. So I searched Google ad bing for the keyword suicide and the search result added one more credibility to Google.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • 7 Checklist For Setting Up Your Business

    rohan bhardwaj
    1 Dec 2014 | 6:55 am
    Money is the key to success, at least it makes most of the ways. I bet you all have tried your hands on business and most of you including me failed at various points.So, is that business so hard or it is just not our stuff, so we shouldn't do it?Well, I did my part of mistake and you can learn from it. Learn the pointers and set the checkpoints for yourself. Ready for the ride. Come on in.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • Help Me With The Dance Contest

    rohan bhardwaj
    26 Nov 2014 | 7:05 am
    Recently there has been an announcement from Marquese Scott, an incredible dubstep dancer stating anyone who gets most views by dancing to Tipsy song will get an all inclusive paid trip.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • A Poem On Friendship

    rohan bhardwaj
    21 Nov 2014 | 11:28 pm
    We all have friends, some have 5000 friends on social network, some have 1000's in real life. But, we all know many of the friends are just an introduction friend. We say hi to them and that's the most interaction we ever had.Having the best friend is not a search which needs to be end, it is process which you need to take as you grow up. In childhood, our best friends might be different, but once we grow up, we become mature and then is the true friendship's test.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • Suicide Of A Human

    rohan bhardwaj
    19 Nov 2014 | 5:12 am
    It happens with most of , the suicidal thoughts come in our life. Many of us get rid of it, some apply it and some live it with forever. This is a critical issue and it needs to be addressed.Wondering what this article will be about?It is really a step by step procedure to commit a suicide. If you have wandered how to go about it, then this is the right place. Lets get started.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
 
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    Powerful Views

  • Will we ever learn…?… #PeshawarAttack

    powerfulviews
    16 Dec 2014 | 4:47 am
    While I was browsing my twitter account, I happened to see a series of tweets on the Peshawar school siege which happened earlier in the day. I explored online to read more about the incident, and the facts were nerve wrecking.  At least 132 were killed and 245 injured in the barbaric and inhuman act by the terrorists. The Taliban took responsibility of the cowardly act stating recent Pakistani army operations on their families as the reason behind this siege. What has humanity come to? If we don’t think twice before attacking innocent, unarmed and blameless children, then we seem to be…
  • You’re Not Just a Car!

    powerfulviews
    11 Dec 2014 | 12:16 am
    Car in steel With metallic wheels Take me there To the junction where My destiny lies Let’s be wise. Let us ponder Before we wander The reason we met My voyage you set You speed like a jet You’re the fastest I bet! You’re not just a car You’re my sparkling star You fill me with pride Take me far and wide O, leave me never Be with me forever…Filed under: Photoliscious, Poet In Me Tagged: Car, destiny, life, Photography, summer, Travel
  • Friendship is a season!

    powerfulviews
    2 Dec 2014 | 2:43 am
      My cherished my adored Look through the ford At the subsequent turn Carefully discern Three glasses of wine They are for our dine. Red, Sparkling and White They style our evening bright! The Cava and Champagne With the music plain Wines are reasons To celebrate seasons. Come share with me The glasses three While I spend with thee Our moments free Let’s raise a toast This bond we revere most. It’s not the wine It’s not the dine My companion my friend Before the evening ends Let’s celebrate without a reason Our friendship is the season!Filed under: Photoliscious, Poet In Me…
  • Reflections Speak A Thousand Words…

    powerfulviews
    29 Nov 2014 | 10:15 am
      O reflections in the sea, Beautiful more than eyes can see! Your figure speaks a thousand words Better than poetry, prose or verse Thank you for this scenic beauty To conserve and adore is our duty.Filed under: Photoliscious Tagged: beauty, nature, Photography, reflections, Travel
  • Marvelous White Beauty!

    powerfulviews
    28 Nov 2014 | 12:20 am
    You stand tall Admired by all The beauty with white marbles Nothing but a marvel Agra’s bride India’s pride! Long live forever The Taj Mahal of IndiaFiled under: Photoliscious Tagged: india, Photography, Taj Mahal, Travel
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