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  • Sonnets to Morpheus ["I know kung fu"] by John Beer

    Poem of the Day
    Poetry Foundation
    25 Jan 2015 | 10:00 pm
    by John Beer
  • RTE's poetry season commences Thursday, Jan 29

    Poetry News
    26 Jan 2015 | 5:33 am
    RT begins its poetry season on RT One on Thursday January 29 at 10.15pm with A Rebel Act , a landmark documentary which looks back at the poems that shaped us as a people and illustrates why poetry is so central to our culture. Thus wrote the poet Michael Hartnett back in the 1970s as he embarked on his highly-publicised decision to only write poetry in Irish, although he returned some years later to writing once again in English.
  • The day you don’t ask me

    bentlily
    Samantha Reynolds
    8 Jan 2015 | 10:59 pm
    I wonder what the day will be like when you don’t ask me to kiss your hands before I leave and then try to pull them off your cheeks pretending they’ve been stuck with glue or when we don’t do our hand signals for I love you through the window or three jumps in a row popping in and out of sight will you forget to ask me to do the waltz on my own singing I Could Have Danced All Night from My Fair Lady or will you remember but quietly decide to spare yourself the spectacle how long will it last that soft ache of saying nothing both of us knowing these things have come to an end.
  • Saaleha Idrees Bamjee - Dear Katy

    IndieFeed: Performance Poetry
    26 Jan 2015 | 12:00 am
    Saaleha Idrees Bamjee on the IndieFeed Performance Poetry Channel.  Show number 1445.
  • Top 10 Poems of 2014

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

  • RTE's poetry season commences Thursday, Jan 29

    26 Jan 2015 | 5:33 am
    RT begins its poetry season on RT One on Thursday January 29 at 10.15pm with A Rebel Act , a landmark documentary which looks back at the poems that shaped us as a people and illustrates why poetry is so central to our culture. Thus wrote the poet Michael Hartnett back in the 1970s as he embarked on his highly-publicised decision to only write poetry in Irish, although he returned some years later to writing once again in English.
  • Superintendent for Patrick schools pens book of poetry

    26 Jan 2015 | 2:18 am
    Patrick County Public Schools Superintendent William Sroufe, who has kept a journal for years, has completed his first book, a poetry volume titled "Words from a Journal."
  • American Life in Poetry - Sun, 25 Jan 2015 PST

    25 Jan 2015 | 5:54 pm
    Receive FREE access by logging in to or creating your Spokesman.com account. Kwame Dawes is the editor of Prairie Schooner and one of my colleagues at the University of Nebraska.
  • Johnny_Mango commented on The DitchRider's blog post The Sunday Poem: Renny Golden

    25 Jan 2015 | 9:35 am
    I knew about Renny Golden long before we met. I had read her first poetry collection, back in the 1980s, because the other poet with whom she collaborated on that book had a daughter who was a good friend of my youngest daughter-the intergenerational webs that encircled and uplifted us back then.
  • Woodland Pattern poetry marathon; stories of faith at Boswell Books

    25 Jan 2015 | 5:30 am
    While Woodland Pattern Book Center's annual Poetry Marathon celebrates the power of words and the people who deliver them, this year's event may also take on an elegiac tone. This year's marathon, on Saturday, will serve as a memorial for Milwaukee poet laureate and activist Jeff Poniewaz, a regular marathon participant, who died Dec. 13. During the 5 p.m. hour, when Poniewaz had planned to read, some of his poems will be read in his honor.
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  • The day you don’t ask me

    Samantha Reynolds
    8 Jan 2015 | 10:59 pm
    I wonder what the day will be like when you don’t ask me to kiss your hands before I leave and then try to pull them off your cheeks pretending they’ve been stuck with glue or when we don’t do our hand signals for I love you through the window or three jumps in a row popping in and out of sight will you forget to ask me to do the waltz on my own singing I Could Have Danced All Night from My Fair Lady or will you remember but quietly decide to spare yourself the spectacle how long will it last that soft ache of saying nothing both of us knowing these things have come to an end.
  • Nightly ritual

    Samantha Reynolds
    7 Jan 2015 | 10:44 am
    Your cry stops when I open the door I lay down beside you make my body a bowl that you fold into the milk flows so easily I forget to be amazed.
  • Captain Hook

    Samantha Reynolds
    5 Jan 2015 | 10:39 pm
    Your dad came out to the car to help me with the groceries dressed as Captain Hook I shouldn’t have been surprised since the night before you smacked your forehead in bed like an old sitcom and said mama we totally forgot to do the poster for our play your dad is wearing your red housecoat a tea towel around his neck and a black velvet miniskirt as a wig I suspect it is universal submitting to these plots deserting our poise with the other breakable things we put out of reach accountants kings taxi drivers all of them like your dad eventually find themselves later in the day talking on the…
  • The Santa card

    Samantha Reynolds
    4 Jan 2015 | 4:26 pm
    We’ve taken down the wreath and the Christmas lights but I can’t stop using it the Santa card for all my resistance to a religion about a judge in the sky I am like a preacher about the other bearded guy we never get to see and his list of naughty and nice he’s always watching you I say several times a day and your dad looks at me like he’s wondering when a horrible person swallowed me I tell you that it doesn’t count if you’re nice just to get presents but if I’m honest I really like it when you’re nice so I don’t pry which is what made me cry a little when you gave your…
  • The tangled earth

    Samantha Reynolds
    3 Jan 2015 | 10:51 pm
    You shuffle around the house in your boots and coat even eating like that all bundled up in your high chair bits of porridge stuck to your hood you bring us your socks your mittens your hat balanced on the top of your head or sometimes your dad’s hat which covers your eyes and makes us all laugh we thought you just liked to dress up until you began standing at the door you want out you want down you want to rub your stare into the tangled earth making sense and delight of it all and so this morning as you bring us your coat again and we say as we always do in a little while, sweet pea we…
 
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    IndieFeed: Performance Poetry

  • Saaleha Idrees Bamjee - Dear Katy

    26 Jan 2015 | 12:00 am
    Saaleha Idrees Bamjee on the IndieFeed Performance Poetry Channel.  Show number 1445.
  • Justin Woo and the Fractal Ensemble - Weird Kids

    23 Jan 2015 | 12:00 am
    Justin Woo and the Fractal Ensemble on the IndieFeed Performance Poetry Channel.  Show number 1444. Catch the Fractal Ensemble with Buddy Wakefield on February 6th at Art House Productions at 136 Magnolia Ave., Jersey City, NJ! Click here for directions!
  • Carol Brown and the Fractal Ensemble - Machete

    21 Jan 2015 | 12:00 am
    Carol Brown and the Fractal Ensemble on the IndieFeed Performance Poetry Channel.  Show number 1443. Catch the Fractal Ensemble with Buddy Wakefield on February 6th at Art House Productions at 136 Magnolia Ave., Jersey City, NJ! Click here for directions!
  • Mike Kovacs and the Fractal Ensemble - Fire

    19 Jan 2015 | 12:00 am
    Mike Kovacs and the Fractal Ensemble on the IndieFeed Performance Poetry Channel.  Show number 1442. Catch the Fractal Ensemble with Buddy Wakefield on February 6th at Art House Productions at 136 Magnolia Ave., Jersey City, NJ! Click here for directions!
  • "Mighty" Mike McGee - Cassiopeia & Orion Lead Me Home

    16 Jan 2015 | 12:00 am
    "Mighty" Mike McGee on the IndieFeed Performance Poetry Channel.  Show number 1442.
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    Poem of the Day

  • Top 10 Poems of 2014

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

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

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

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

    Nina Alvarez
    20 Apr 2014 | 8:41 pm
    i thank You God for most this amazing day:for leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay great happening illimitably earth) how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any–lifted from the no of allnothing–human merely being doubt unimaginable You? (now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened) — e.e. cummings  …
 
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    Poetmeister ...on the road to Parnassus

  • National Readathon Day, 1pm-4pm, Jan. 24, 2015

    janetleigh
    17 Jan 2015 | 11:28 am
    Join Readathon Day. Jump-start imagination, seize a good book! National Readathon Day info Filed under: Poetry
  • Private eye

    janetleigh
    19 Mar 2014 | 10:04 pm
    Feeling without within, feeling alone together, lost in wondering found asunder, learning to look inward for outward signs, a pupil, too close for comfort, silent screaming, joyless, empty, aching, forever touchless.Filed under: Life, Poetry, Writing Tagged: aloneness, Introspection, Looking inward, Perception, the human condition
  • In the moment

    janetleigh
    15 Mar 2014 | 3:00 pm
    In the moment; while being one with nature our soul is quickened.Filed under: Beauty, Haiku hybrid, Life, Nature, Photography, Poetry, Writing Tagged: blessing of nature, simple beauty, woods denizen
  • Ides of March

    janetleigh
    14 Mar 2014 | 11:44 pm
    Ides of March will loom in Our Times for world-corrupt, as a bad omen for unchecked power, rules can change: see Human Spring. Action speaks louder than words ever did. Caution: Do not mock freedom- fighters will prevail; rogue orders obeyed, thine ovis Idulius, invite casualties.Filed under: Haiku hybrid, Poetry, Worldliness, Writing Tagged: Ides of March, Ides of March still a bad omen, ovis Idulius, sacrifice for the lesser gods
  • Eva Cassidy birthday remembrance

    janetleigh
    2 Feb 2014 | 2:14 am
    EVA I heard an angel sing, my silver chord affirms this; a voice so sweet so pure, no crystal known could ring as clear, nor take the soul so far from earth, or all the pain upon it. This voice sang through, this voice rang true, country jazz or bluesy blues she sang them all, she paid her dues, made strong men cry too. I heard this angel sing, my silver chord affirms this; so-tall Georgia trees abloom sunlit breeze her bridge too far for silver birds to fly, her troubled waters all gone by. I think willows weep now sway mournfully, whisper eva eva eva, we grow so high to shade you so, if…
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    Wade on Birmingham » Daily Haiku

  • the kindly miser

    Wade Kwon
    25 Jan 2015 | 10:00 pm
    He hoarded his gold and gave his moldy crusts to those starving wretches. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • if you don’t mind spots

    Wade Kwon
    24 Jan 2015 | 10:00 pm
    The proper way to load the dishwasher is to get him very drunk. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • when two become one

    Wade Kwon
    23 Jan 2015 | 10:00 pm
    Hearts of Dixie find union in a land where parts may or may not match. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • at long last loathe

    Wade Kwon
    22 Jan 2015 | 10:00 pm
    They got close, then too close, then slightly apart with an air of mistrust. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • the cur of destiny

    Wade Kwon
    22 Jan 2015 | 9:25 pm
    When failure is a mad dog nipping at your heels, do you run or cave? Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
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    GotPoetry.com News

  • Appleton accepting entries for sidewalk poetry program

    23 Jan 2015 | 6:15 pm
    The city is accepting entries for the sidewalk poetry program. It's open to city of Appleton residents and Appleton Area School District studentsLink!
  • 10 homepages that teach something new every time you open a tab

    23 Jan 2015 | 6:14 pm
    Ideal for anyone who wants to read more poetry but can't find the time, this will bring you an original, previously unpublished poem on weekdays and classic poems on weekends.Link!
  • A Guide To Spoken Word Nights In London

    23 Jan 2015 | 6:12 pm
    The days of stuffy, pretentious performance poetry in empty hipster cafés are long gone. The contemporary spoken word scene is dynamic, playful and far from dull. This oft misunderstood medium is an explosive, thought provoking and beautiful (not to mention considerably liberal and left-wing) form of expression, and there are plenty of opportunities to enjoy it for yourself.Link!
  • Burns Night in Newcastle: Our top 10 Burns Night events

    23 Jan 2015 | 4:33 am
    UK-It's time to tuck into haggis, down a wee dram and recite some poetry as we celebrate the birthday of famous poet Rabbie Burns Burns Night is now just a few days and if you haven't yet made any plans to mark the birthday of one of Scotland's most famous sons, here's a guide to what's going on to celebrate the occasion in Newcastle. Remember to send us photos of friends and family enjoying the occasion by emailing yourpictures@chroniclelive.co.uk with your name and location.Link!
  • D. A. Powell's Unruly Elegies

    23 Jan 2015 | 1:28 am
    Powell, who is gay and H.I.V.-positive, published “Tea,” his first collection, in 1998, while the United States was still in the throes of its AIDS epidemic. In his five books of poetry—most recently “Useless Landscape, or A Guide for Boys,” released in 2012—he has crafted innovative work that blends the mythology of gay culture with the idiosyncrasies of his own voice and experience. Link!
 
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    Poetry of Life

  • Dream (Bird Without Wings)

    Praveen Kumar
    14 Jan 2015 | 12:24 am
    as the light slowly faded and the dark night engulfed the land, i sit here, hand in chin, wondering, confused, deep in thought about what it was and what might be; as the trees swayed to the gentle lullaby of the night, sleep was the last thing on my mind, restless mind and sombre thoughts […]
  • Why Me?

    Praveen Kumar
    28 Oct 2014 | 10:15 pm
    I am exhausted walking on life’s highway, trying to keep pace in this frantic journey i take 10 steps forward only to be dragged 20 steps backwards, by invisible hands that come out of nowhere. tearing me apart from within, i struggle to find a meaning to all this, why me? why now? what did […]
  • Lost at Sea

    Praveen Kumar
    15 Jul 2014 | 12:22 am
    as the sun sets down on the horizon, i sit back up, trying to get a glimpse, of the journey ahead, in this vast, lifeless world! I am like a sailor, lost at sea, riding wave after wave of what the sea could throw at me, struggling to remain sane yet fighting hard to stay […]
  • Fear of Life

    Praveen Kumar
    10 Jun 2014 | 5:35 am
    I stare at the blank page, trying to write the thousand and one thoughts running through my mind; as i think to myself, about all that was, all that is and all that will be; fear takes over my senses, clouding my thoughts, fear of the unknown, fear of life; sometimes i want to run […]
  • You and Me

    Praveen Kumar
    12 Feb 2014 | 11:28 pm
    Happy Valentine’s Day! This poem is written for her. Just you and me, hand in hand overlooking the gentle waves, with the bright moon and stars in full display, we stand hand in hand; as the night crawls on, i remember the day when you swept me off my feet, into the canyons of love […]
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    Poems and Poetics

  • From KOJIKI: The Male Deity Izanaki and the Female Deity Izanami (new edition)

    Jerome Rothenberg
    25 Jan 2015 | 5:58 am
     Translated from Japanese by Yoko Danno [N.B. Yoko Danno’s Songs and Stories of the Kojiki is the first English translation to capture the full sweep & ferocity of the founding Japanese epic.  The work as such was originally published by Ahadada Books in 2008 & has just been reissued by Red MoonPress in Winchester, VA.  Born, raised & educated in Japan, Danno has been writing solely in English for almost forty years.  She continues to live & work in Kobe. (J.R.)]  Izanaki and Izanami Descend from HeavenThe Deities on the Heavenly High Plains…
  • Clayton Eshleman: Wound Interrogation

    Jerome Rothenberg
    20 Jan 2015 | 5:11 am
    [From Penetralia, a new collection of poems, to be published by Black Widow Press in 2016]In Matta’s “Wound Interrogation,  a Malangganesque robot thrusts a flattened palm against a large pulpy vaginal wound hung before it.   Matta comments: “The wound is separated from thehuman being & subjected to thetorture of intense examination by heinous machines. The bloody red insides of the wound convey a life striving to exist, while the grays & blacks of thedemon robots remind one of an industrial plant.”This morning at theend of first light the sky was drinking a sap…
  • Carol Rubenstein: Four New Poems from “Vanished Number”

    Jerome Rothenberg
    16 Jan 2015 | 5:48 am
     author’s note.  With a small Saltonstall poetry grant, I visited Auschwitz in 2004-05 during all the seasons.  I had to get the sense of the place on my skin and know at least that reality as it was felt by the inmates.  It was hard to find a way into the overwhelming “pity and terror” of the Auschwitztragedy, and many poems took on a surreal cast.  I welcomed the variety of approaches that presented themselves.  Some poems, like “Birken, Place of Birches” and “The Carp Feeders,” are based on where and when events occurred.  The exhibits of…
  • David Huerta: “Ayotzinapa,” Translation into English by Mark Weiss

    Jerome Rothenberg
    11 Jan 2015 | 5:59 am
    [On September 23rd 43 students of the teacher's college in Ayotzinapa, in the state of Guerrero, Mexico, were detained by the police on the way to a protest, and handed over to a local drug cartel. They were tortured and killed, their bodies dismembered, dumped in a pit and incinerated. Mexico has been in turmoil since.  David Huerta is one of Mexico's most important poets. This poem is his reaction. (m.w.)]AYOTZINAPA We bite the shadowAnd in the shadowThe dead appearAs lights and fruitAs beakers of bloodAs rocks from the pitAs branches and leavesOf tender visceraThe hands of…
  • James Koller: Sioux Metamorphoses, transcreation after Frances Densmore

    Jerome Rothenberg
    7 Jan 2015 | 4:54 am
    [The death of James Koller in December brought with it the memory of his vigorous presence in the years we knew him – at first in Santa Fe, New Mexico, during the initial heady days of ethnopoetics & later with the Franco Beltrametti circle in Switzerland& in his own home & hideaway in the woods of Maine.  As a poet & performer, but also as editor & publisher of Coyote’s Journal& Coyote Books, he carried with him a special view of poetry that reached into areas of myth & ecology, but on one occasion at least a poet’s ear for how indigenous song could be…
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    Wild Horses Of Fire

  • Introduction for Robert Kocik, 1/21/2015, at the Poetry Project

    Thom Donovan
    22 Jan 2015 | 11:02 am
    When I despair of calling myself a poet, and of the state of contemporary poetry at large and within the communities with whom I feel the clearest sense of affinity, I often look to Robert Kocik’s work as a kind of balm, if not an antidote, for what ails me. To quote some of his own language—his work makes our cases “acute,” rather than “chronic,” intensifying the conditions of a dis-eased collective body, treating the patient with the help of a prosodic pharmacy. Where much poetry stops short at rhetorical pyrotechnics and immanent critique, his own seeks to transform the very…
  • Songs

    Thom Donovan
    31 Dec 2014 | 2:46 pm
    Are we oneOr do we believeIn the stateWhen I singWith you pressedTo my chestStriving for protectionSpirit and imageBefore we were separateThe world ended My world beganIn infancyYou named meNot I youFuck the copsAnd the stateI love youSinging all the songs I didn't know I knew
  • Delays in Glass: Social Media Poetics (Essay)

    Thom Donovan
    18 Nov 2014 | 9:28 am
    Now that is all.Gertrude SteinFor the past five years I have taught a course at School of Visual Arts in Manhattan called Visual Poetics. Curiously, I have ended each of these courses, all of which have had a different theme, thinking about poetry and writing after social media. I always like this moment in the semester because it is tends to be when I learn the most from my students. Social media still seems novel for my generation (I am in my late 30s), but for people in their teens and early 20s it is the air they breathe. For their final projects, my students invariably end up giving me…
  • Charnel Ground (II)

    Thom Donovan
    15 Nov 2014 | 11:29 am
    Anna Halprin says that before she became sick with cancer she ”lived to make art,” but when her cancer went into remission she “made art to live”My father had to have imaging done on his prostate today, to make a 3D model for upcoming surgery; my mom’s school system is being gutted again, as it has been routinely since I was in elementary schoolThese austerity plans ‘bring the war home’, evidence of how we don’t choose to live, how we have chosen death over lifeThinking of the opening shot of Andrei Tarkovsky’s The Sacrifice, I wonder what it would be like if everyone cared…
  • Shifter Magazine's Dictionary of the Possible (Discussion at New School)

    Thom Donovan
    27 Oct 2014 | 5:00 pm
    OccultDiscussion Leaders: Mimi Winick & Thom DonovanSaturday, Nov 1, 4-6 pmThe Bark Room at the New School2 West 13th Street, Room M101Recommended Reading:Fred Moten “Black Mo’nin'” pg. 59, from Loss edited by David EngJalal Toufic, The Withdrawal of Tradition Past a Surpassing DisasterGauri Viswanathan, “Spectrality’s Secret Sharers: Occultism as (Post) Colonial Affect,” in Beyond the Black Atlantic: Relocating Modernization and Technology. Ed. Walter Goebel
 
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    Sad Poems

  • Collapsing the Fold

    25 Jan 2015 | 9:10 pm
    time grunts. a complacent suicide of turbines and combustion.her thoughts give way. a fragile staircase. leading to rooms she's only glimpsed. the cold arithmetic of expectation boasting its mass. and the eager velocity of skin. all too willing to become the accelerant. the moment sways. a casual pendulum. promising every direction. committing to none. we spend our youth imagining a soft world. devoid of the fevers that sicken us with both desire and grief. when we are well again. when we are older. and all those corners have become hard. we find ourselves longing for the those ungrateful…
  • Games of Chance

    22 Jan 2015 | 9:22 pm
    the future came and went. in bad decisions. melted ice cream and stubborn walnuts. her voice was loose. it sagged under the weight of her words. life tumbled in. a caucus of addicts and visionaries. creasing the paper. manipulating the moments. sex found her. young and eager. all the subtle charisma of a box belching open.the darkness overtook her. swimming creases. sudden lightning. everything gelatin. she vibrated and hummed. a motor without wheels. he heart skipped rope. her mind played dominoes. angles. pieces. rules. she followed them all them like a treasure map. still, eventually they…
  • The Empathy of Ritual

    20 Jan 2015 | 9:34 pm
    severed strands manifest. circumstance as obstuse as the angle are. the particles. the essense of when. time's hurtful chorus. repeating. the cold is a beautiful entity. more human than any of us. a hungry child. a stern parent. a scab on the knee. a kiss on the lips. the winter is a poet. more prolific than any man or woman. a millenia of verses. each one eclipsing the next. i don't know what love is. i've only used words to imagine it. i've glimpsed its colors. i've even heard its voice. it's random. it's dots on dice. it's the collateral of a sin. it's the debt are all born with. it's the…
  • Insomia

    17 Jan 2015 | 8:37 pm
    they were everywhere and nowhere. they came. were taken. they never left. small faces and large ones. fragile like balloons. alone among each other. the sleeping rabbit warned them. the punishment for rebellion. the stick. the fallen ears. eternity clamping shut. strangers came and went. frankensteins and draculas. feasting on their innards. leaving behind the empty skins. they'd run. they'd try to sometimes. some would almost escape. the sleeping rabbit punished them. blunt discipline in a thunder of fists. dead faces limp on the stick. the rabbit. its fallen ears teasing the shadows from…
  • The Absesne of Strangers

    16 Jan 2015 | 8:49 pm
    the precision overwhelms her. the science bullies. a consensus of pain. a machine of skin. hungrier than the source. she bargains with the colors. she negotiates the want. a petition of beautiful girls manages her nausea. she worships the obvious gods. convinced of their impotence. the slope. an infinite disease. the climb. an impeccable consequence. small knots in the rope that gathers us from the bottom. the terrible positions that bids us start. the awful finish that spoils our pause. her temporary voice. like burnt rubber and poorly combusted gas. an elaborate bridge. only broken by an…
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    anachronizms

  • mmcccvii

    25 Jan 2015 | 11:38 pm
    Hooting Through the DarkMy elbowslike creamdissolvingin the foguntil I haveno arms.At home,the callousedmagnum lying atopthe refriger-ator raises an interest-ing point.
  • mmcccvi

    24 Jan 2015 | 11:46 pm
    Hearty HardyWhich one of us thought it ajoke?  Perhaps the both of us.          All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.                                                               —Oscar WildeI might as well throw that in,like a…
  • mmcccv

    23 Jan 2015 | 5:13 pm
    Poodles Are Never Off-Topic          We left, as we have left all of our lovers          as all lovers leave all lovers          much too soon to get the real loving done.             …
  • mmccciv

    22 Jan 2015 | 1:18 pm
    1st, you need areason for existence.I wake up one morning,feel like such an*ugly human being.  Do Icare?  Of course I do,trammeled, as it were(I so hate this part) I think, pummeled as Iam (I so hate this part),with every other fistin every other sea(the great blue sea) along with all of thefishes of this heresy.*idiot, a miserable failure,rotten to the very core.Dare I care?Of course I do.(At least I think I do.)
  • mmccciii

    21 Jan 2015 | 1:30 pm
    A Hundred Frothing Wolves‘If I should diebefore I wake—’If I were tooawake / If Iwere to awakenToo awakeA dozen timesa dozen timesa dozen hoursof sleepI do not prayI do not prayAll day all dayI do not prayA thousand timesa thousandtimes a thousandvisions never take
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    As/Is

  • Book Cover: Upstairs at Duroc 15 (Flickr)

    Adam Fieled
    26 Jan 2015 | 9:01 am
    Paris-based English language print journal Upstairs at Duroc (ed. Barbara Beck) released its issue 15 in 2014, featuring work by Susana Gardner, Joshua Marie Wilkinson, Adam Fieled, Simon Perchik, and more. Cover by Susan Cantrick.
  • fourW twenty-five on Open Library

    Adam Fieled
    24 Jan 2015 | 10:13 am
    More info on fourW 25, which contains "Manayunk Sky," including a link to the Booranga Writers Centre page on the C. Sturt University site, on Open Library.
  • Apparition Poem #1238

    Adam Fieled
    22 Jan 2015 | 12:02 pm
    #1238 Is it still called sunrise when cloudy? Majesty of stacks, purple-grey, all in flux, like Milton’s pageantry, angels swirled in churning vortexes, not quite lit, not quite ready to start a day unconsecrated to God’s great plans, His iron rods, fates seeded at last midnight.
  • The Band: Chest Fever

    Adam Fieled
    22 Jan 2015 | 9:28 am
  • The Ravishing Amer-Indie Mid-West

    Adam Fieled
    21 Jan 2015 | 11:34 am
    My Aughts experience of the Amer-Indie Mid-West was huge. Now, Open Library pages are up for two products of that milieu, Ectoplasmic Necropolis and Spider Vein Impasto from Blood Pudding Press.
 
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    Chicano Poet

  • 23 Jan 2015 | 1:59 pm

    23 Jan 2015 | 1:59 pm
    Hamburger Hill For KidsShe thoughtHamburger Hill was funnyand that the Viet Nam Warwas where her friend Faye's grandparentscame fromthe pastwas a ruby favorwe did for Chinese hordeslong agokids her agegalloped inthe hallwaysyou couldn'trake them upteacher said sothe Battle of the Bulgewas something her soldier mother foughtat bedtime she kneltin her Lalaloopsy pajamasand prayed for everythingincluding war
  • 13 Jan 2015 | 4:29 pm

    13 Jan 2015 | 4:29 pm
    Mexican LuckyYou could saythat el ocho patasgot Mexican luckyto get so many feetwhile other Mexican kidswent withouttheir feet starvingfor moreof whatel ocho had the mothersbrokenheartedthe Mexican fathersalways blamingthe Mexican mothersso you could saythat el ocho pataswas luckyto get so manyfeetque la virgencita bendigahis pinche patas
  • 12 Jan 2015 | 6:20 pm

    12 Jan 2015 | 6:20 pm
    Private LessonsI told my babylive inside of my ocho patasI will give youprivate lessonsand thenif your beautiful eyesbecome cloudyand unfocusedand if the moonslices your thighswith its lemon swaththen el ocho patas saidit will be okit will be ok if I see you runningaway from meslipping offdirty sock after dirty sockas you run from my writhing love
  • 11 Jan 2015 | 6:13 pm

    11 Jan 2015 | 6:13 pm
    Hunter GathererEl ocho patasfathered children incognitowith double feetthe more the betteryou do the mathinflict the wrathit doesn't take a scientistto invent the breathout of each lunga heart must straywhether white or brownit's still the same old townhis offspring grew upwith top and bottom cupsnone of them called him fatherso why botherthe barrio's fullof mankind's other toolel echo patas was nobody's foolexcept his own
  • 7 Jan 2015 | 8:10 pm

    7 Jan 2015 | 8:10 pm
    La MulaEl ocho patashad a girlfriendwho kicked like a muleshe had eyes of sea foamand thighsthat lit up like fireworksel ocho patasinvented fireand he himself offered womanthe apple empanadain the Garden of Edenwhich had always been locatedin Seguin, Texasof all placesand the Lord Almightyendowed el ocho pataswith enough feetto outrun fate
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    the dust congress

  • 3 Jan 2015 | 10:51 am

    3 Jan 2015 | 10:51 am
    the only thing I'd change would be the ending It Can't Be True -- Michael Brownstein, author of the must-read World on Fire That we belong to one of the last generations To See an uncontaminated sky And walk through enough forest Stretching for hundreds of square miles Uncharted and completely surrounded by itself Holding us because being there Is a real surprise, vast and everyday
  • 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
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    rooted

  • beyond the wall

    gautami tripathy
    4 Jan 2015 | 9:38 am
    wishing for sunshine I put my clothes to dry in the belief that my wish would be granted a normal, mundane life is it too much to ask? a new shelter for my dreams dedicated to my task I sing... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • killing innocents for what?

    gautami tripathy
    21 Dec 2014 | 8:56 am
    may you burn in hell killer of children you took away their choice to live you ignored the panic in their eyes you did not listen you did not talk you, as always just killed how can you get high on... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • 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! ]]
 
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    something katy

  • the sun

    18 Jan 2015 | 7:30 pm
    one cannot trust the sun as bright and beautiful as she shines to look upon her is to turn your eyes into liquid gold burnt forever by her stunning visage blinded by her light and overcome by her beauty her radiance her wrath.
  • in the dream

    14 Jan 2015 | 4:24 am
    in the dream i was brave enough and strong enough to hold him down but when i woke i could not even reach him
  • and you'll never guess

    10 Jan 2015 | 6:39 pm
    a funny little brown book wrapped shut with leather twine the same color as the book and on every page is just one word. the secrets to the universe written in a funny little book one word per page. and you'll never guess how many pages in that funny little brown book, because that is a secret.
  • long back

    8 Jan 2015 | 4:26 pm
    the mess of stitches that make the matador's costume so elegant in appearance  the gold and the teal fitted tightly powerful are not revealed to the spectator the same way the mess of stitches that make up his wife's troubled heart cannot be seen by anyone looking in elegant, she waits
  • end of the weekend

    4 Jan 2015 | 6:03 pm
    the groceries were stored away in cupboards and containers decaffeinated sodas in cans littering the small table alongside empty plates where enchiladas once laid he plays a colorful shoot-em-up while she rests her head on a shoulder reading the alchemist, sucking on a candy cane stolen from the Christmas tree, doomed to come down this time next week.
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    Wordplay Poetry BlogWordplay Poetry Blog

  • Meaningless Scribbles from a Tiny Universe by David Michael Jackson

    David Michael Jackson
    15 Jan 2015 | 11:23 pm
    It is because the wind had nothing to say and the spaces between the words were quiet for too long and he wondered if an old man could have anything to say that the world wasn’t dew on roses that life isn’t the edge of the razor or the razor itself that the universe could never be empty so it blew itself up trying and the leaves fell off the trees and the babies all cried and the snow stopped and was quiet and the words flowed again without finding themselves or meaning much but they tried anyway and threw themselves onto the page and said “We’ll be futile scribbles in…
  • To Be Poem

    David Michael Jackson
    27 Oct 2014 | 6:38 pm
    To Be, having not been for so very long. How long? How long? As long as the universe and as wide as her eyes in this silly sad world; and she looks at the same moon as I and she moves her toes in the dirt connected to the dirt under me. Moon I say. Moon, so orange and blue. You are a pathetic rock without her eyes to see you.  
  • it’s all absurd

    David Michael Jackson
    7 Aug 2014 | 12:52 pm
    most of my choices were absurd also….. choice of profession…. school…. job…. life, mostly wrong choices or right choices….. it’s all absurd… the religious cracks are crazy. The scientists are crazy… no wisdom is even possible…. existence isn’t even existential? It’s made up of the same crazy wacko absurd choices. A dinosaur tripped over a rock and decided to kick the rock and here we are.
  • A Rock that Moves

    David Michael Jackson
    2 Aug 2014 | 10:51 pm
    You just happen to be a rock that moves, Tigger. You are a rock that became a cat for awhile, Sugar Plum, and you are owned by this mouse in a cave, Pookey Bear and there will be no trace of you; you will be vapor, water vapor, and I can say you will flow to the sea. Oh how trite, the sea the trite meaningless sea it cannot or will not purr David Michael Jackson
  • The Blog Needs a Poem

    David Michael Jackson
    31 Jul 2014 | 10:15 pm
    The blog needs a poem. Where’s Jackson? Get those words, stack them over here. You there! Arrange these words so that they mean something. The college is coming. Here, tack them on the wall. Rhyme something, fool but don’t let them catch you being sentimental. The flowers wait: The blog needs a poem, read those words. Do they say peace? The flowers wait: Get Jackson in here. Jackson, I need a catchy ending. Make it say peace. Get those images of the bodies in line in that ditch. Pile them up with those words, Jackson
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    Silliman's Blog

  • 25 Jan 2015 | 9:00 pm

    25 Jan 2015 | 9:00 pm
    Etel Adnan @ the Extinction Marathon London 2014 <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]-->
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    24 Jan 2015 | 9:00 pm
    Yoko Ono interviewed by Waldemar Januszczak London 2012 <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]-->
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    23 Jan 2015 | 9:00 pm
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    22 Jan 2015 | 9:00 pm
    Tomaž Šalamun reading & in conversation with David Rivard
  • 21 Jan 2015 | 9:00 pm

    21 Jan 2015 | 9:00 pm
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    Poet Hound

  • Alessandra Bava's They Talk About Death

    13 Jan 2015 | 3:03 am
    Alessandra Bava’s collection, They Talk About Death, is published by Blood Pudding Press. Her collection is surreal, rich, and thoughtful. Inside these pages dwell iconic literary and historical figures, she dips her pen into their universe and extracts her own thoughts from them. It is my pleasure to share a few samples:St. BaudelaireI dream of you at nightentangled in the spires of evil,tied to a living pillar in theprofane sanctuary of Poetry—the spores of wild flowers inyour nostrils, the ecstasy of“the Word” painted on your face& slowly dripping from yourSt. Sebastian-like…
  • Starting with the Last Name Grochalski by John Grochalski

    30 Dec 2014 | 3:03 am
    Published by Coleridge Street Books, John Grochalski’s collection Starting with the Last Name Grochalski is bared teeth, pull-no-punches honest and at times humorous. From daily observations that hold the poet captive to memories stripped down to their essence, Grochalski takes us on a journey of his life observed in detail. Below I am happy to share a few samples:the sunbather’s asswhile she sunbathesin a rose gardenin brooklynher bikini top offher ass barely coveredin a thongthe young boywalks bypointing and smilingat hertugging hisembarrassed mother’s sleevefeeling a new kindof…
  • 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…
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    The Best American Poetry

  • Seven New Generation African Poets [by Sholeh Wolpé]

    Sholeh Wolpe
    26 Jan 2015 | 10:27 am
    At the 2014 AWP conference in Seattle, I went to a reading sponsored by Slapering Hol Press, the African Poetry Book Fund, and Prairie Schooner, presenting poets from a new collection. Instead of putting seven poets in one anthology, the editors Kwame Dawes and Chris Abani gave each poet a chapbook, then put the seven chapbooks into a beautifully designed box called Seven New Generation African Poets. The poets are TJ Dema, Clifton Gachagua, Tsitsi Jaji, Nick Makoha, and Len Verwey, Warsan Shire, and Ladan Osman. What a brilliant way to introduce young African poets to the American public.
  • Canine Mealtime [a cartoon by Alan Ziegler and Forsyth Harmon]

    Alan Ziegler
    26 Jan 2015 | 10:14 am
  • "Various Kinds of Torment" - On Fitness & Writing [by Jess Smith]

    Jessica Smith
    25 Jan 2015 | 8:37 pm
    Photo Credit: The Amazing Ashley Ziegler Hi friends - thanks for sticking with me throughout this series. I've loved exploring the connections between fitness and writing, and loved hearing your feedback even more. This will be my second-to-last installment. This week, I finally decided to delve into running, something I probably won't be able to do for the rest of this week if the predicted storm comes sweeping in. So happy reading, happy running, and happy cabin fevering for anyone in the Northeast! * Despite the fact that I do it almost every day, I’ve been putting off writing about…
  • Sholeh Wolpé, Guest Author January 26-30

    The Best American Poetry
    25 Jan 2015 | 9:11 am
    Sholeh Wolpé, Photo By Bonnie Perkinson This week we welcome back Sholeh Wolpé as our guest author. Sholeh was born in Iran, and spent most of her teen years in Trinidad and the UK before settling in the United States. A recipient of the 2014 PEN/Heim Translation Fund award, 2013 Midwest Book Award and 2010 Lois Roth Persian Translation prize, Wolpé is the author of three collections of poetry and two books of translations, and is the editor of three anthologies. Her most recent publications are: Keeping Time with Blue Hyacinths, and Breaking the Jaws of Silence: Sixty American Poets Speak…
  • Introducing poetry from Scotland: Thomas A. Clark [by Robyn Marsack]

    Robyn Marsack
    25 Jan 2015 | 8:35 am
    The Homecoming the true south and the upland grass the bright glade and the fallen lintel the driving rain and the sudden calm the fiddle tune and the rowan berries the ruined chapel and the black water the hard road and the steady light the heat haze and the peat smoke the pebble bed and the yellow flag the grey song and the fault line the dog rose and the meeting place the keen air and the pine needles the furze blossom and the brown trout the far hills and the broken boat the bleached bones and the summer dwelling the slack tide and the raised beach the blue sky and the summit cairn the…
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    Harriet: The Blog

  • Hurray for This Year’s National Poetry Month Poster!

    Harriet Staff
    26 Jan 2015 | 10:30 am
    Yes, yes: The Academy of American Poets revealed the 2015 National Poetry Month poster! As always, The Academy collaborated with Chipp Kidd in its search to find one talented artist to design an eye-catching, celebratory poster to promote National Poetry Month festivities. The 2015 poster is by Roz Chast: Chast was a 2014 National Book Award Finalist for her collection of cartoons, Can’t We Talk About Something More Pleasant? Her poster design features text written by Mark Strand. Strand passed away last year; he served as U.S. Poet Laureate in 1990 and as Chancellor of the Academy of…
  • How Poetry Saved Him: NPR Interviews J. Ivy

    Harriet Staff
    26 Jan 2015 | 9:00 am
    J. Ivy is a Def Jam poet and the author of a recently published memoir called Dear Father: Breaking the Cycle of Pain. In Dear Father, he writes about being abandoned by his father at an early age and how poetry helped him to the place where he is today. From NPR: In his new memoir, Dear Father, J. Ivy describes the pain of being abandoned by his father. But the book is not just about that relationship and what might have been. It’s a retracing of a unique career, and what it took for Ivy to get to the place he is today. A Grammy Award-winning poet and spoken-word artist, Ivy is also…
  • What’s Killing the Creative Class: Scott Timberg Explains

    Harriet Staff
    26 Jan 2015 | 7:30 am
    Scott Timberg, the author of Culture Clash, explains what’s killing the creative class in his new book and at Jacket Copy. Reviewing the book, Andrew Keen writes that Timberg’s argument is supported by “an avalanche of empirical evidence from across the music, publishing, newspaper, movie and architecture industries…” More: Timberg warns in his new book, “Culture Crash: The Killing of the Creative Class,” that the arts economy — those of us who make a living by inventing and curating ideas and culture — is “melting.” “The middle…
  • Trisha Low Considers the Male Confessional

    Harriet Staff
    26 Jan 2015 | 6:00 am
    At Lemon Hound: Trisha Low reviews not one, but two books for us; and in the interest of parallelism, Harriet is friends with Trisha Low. “I guess there are certain things that one is obligated not to talk about in a book review, like one’s personal relationship to the authors of those books one is reviewing, or really, any personal details about oneself.” And yet! “…[T]his review has chosen to basically focus on literally the shittiest part of both books, the fact that both concern themselves explicitly with the inner thoughts and desires of two red-blooded (mostly)…
  • Bob Holman to Save Endangered Languages

    Harriet Staff
    23 Jan 2015 | 1:00 pm
    At San Francisco’s PBS affiliate, KQED, writer Jeanne Carstensen discusses poet Bob Holman’s recent efforts to, well, save the world’s endangered languages. “There are roughly 6,500 languages spoken around the world today; linguists estimate that by the end of the century, that number could be cut in half. That’s right: Some 3,000 languages could soon pass away from this sweet earth,” she writes. And this is the subject of Language Matters with Bob Holman, a new documentary by David Grubin that airs nationwide on PBS on January 25. More: In Language Matters, Holman…
 
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    Dunstan Carter : Poetry

  • Old Joe

    dc
    16 Jan 2015 | 6:32 pm
    The way his life Crumbled in stages As the world Took one step back Was the final Stuttered joke. Skin that shone Like peanuts, Warm and salted In a bowl, A face of maps And hands like leather, Old Joe Was a drowning folk song; The only time He ever smiled Was singing in the toilet, Eyeballs bathed In smoke and drink. An old dog Orbiting his shadows, Socks upon the carpet, Strangers tears Between his toes, Old Joe used to go With the flow Like draught beer, But the fears He was fading Were real.
  • Until The Day’s Gone Dark

    dc
    3 Jan 2015 | 5:58 pm
    Let’s wait until The day’s gone dark, Ignore the winter winds, The electrician knocking, The neighbours with drills And the bullish swagger Of the bin men, By 8pm they’ll be Watching soap operas And eating chips; The night is made for song, Let’s wait until The day’s gone dark Before we Sing along.
  • The Train Station Brunch

    dc
    20 Dec 2014 | 4:04 pm
    Loose pigeons scatter Like the tea leaves In the old man’s milky swill; The train station brunch And the single salty tear, Children leaving home And the stale chocolate muffin, The deep lines in his face All well thumbed pages In a thick and frantic book That’s just this minute started To slowly flutter to a stutter of calm; Once chewed fingernails All soft now and smooth, Ageing hands all poems And newsprint, Sat where the epilogue sings.
  • 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…
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    Robert Peake

  • Nine Years of Love

    Robert Peake
    24 Jan 2015 | 12:37 pm
    Nine years ago today, our son was born. Three days later, he died in my arms. Reflecting on my life as it is now, it is hard to imagine being the father of a nine-year-old boy. Yet it is equally hard to imagine my life without this experience of both loving and letting him go. Two important men in my life passed away recently. My maternal grandfather showed his love for his family by working hard to lift us up from his agrarian pioneer roots in New Mexico to establish a more prosperous and secure lifestyle for his descendants. My dear spiritual teacher John-Roger dedicated his life to loving…
  • London Poems in The Knowledge

    Robert Peake
    8 Jan 2015 | 5:00 pm
    I am currently on the other side of the world from London, flying from Sydney to Hong Kong. Yet London has been my residence and preoccupation for the past several years, culminating in my forthcoming debut full-length collection of poetry, The Knowledge. Many of the poems are set in a specific place in London. So, as supplement to a more traditional table of contents, what follows is an interactive Google map of poem titles, including links to online version of the poems where applicable. Click here to view the map The post London Poems in The Knowledge appeared first on Robert Peake.
  • Five British Poets to Watch in 2015 (Plus a Bonus)

    Robert Peake
    6 Jan 2015 | 3:55 pm
    Though I am currently in Australia, British poetry is never far from my mind. I have once again compiled a list of five British poets who I think out to be more widely known on both sides of the Atlantic. I also couldn’t resist supplementing this list with a bonus poet who is becoming an increasingly important part of the UK scene, despite not being exactly British herself. Discover the five (plus bonus) on Huffington Post. The post Five British Poets to Watch in 2015 (Plus a Bonus) appeared first on Robert Peake.
  • 2014 Roundup Year-in-Review

    Robert Peake
    26 Dec 2014 | 12:13 pm
    It has been a year full of poetry and personal revelation. Here are a few highlights. January: Das Achte Jahr I take solace in new and simple ways of sharing my love. February: Andrew Philip Reviews The Silence Teacher Friend, fine poet, and fellow bereaved father Andrew Philip gives my pamphlet a very personally meaningful review. March: Reading at the Royal Academy It was a great pleasure to take part in this innovative poetry reading, responding to architectural spaces in situ. April: Two Views of Despot’s Progress My poem “Despot’s Progress” gets two very different…
  • Two New Poems Online (Plus Audio)

    Robert Peake
    22 Dec 2014 | 9:01 am
    I just came back from a week-long spiritual retreat wherein I was completely off the grid to discover that two new poems of mine are now available online. “Historic Spring” appears in the Fall/Winter issue of PoetryBay, an online literary journal edited by George Wallace. Do check out the full issue as it is consistently teeming with interesting poems. I am also grateful to George for inviting me to give a workshop and reading at Walt Whitman’s birthplace in May. I will be reading from my collection The Knowledge, which comes out in late April, and which includes this poem.
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    The Nahmias Cipher Report

  • The Answer is Behind Every Door

    Ayanna Nahmias
    22 Jan 2015 | 1:35 pm
    Author Unknown Last Modified: 16:35 p.m. DST, 22 January 2015 There is an old Chinese tale about a woman whose only son died. In her grief, she went to the holy man and asked, “What prayers, what magical incantations do you have to bring my son back to life?” Instead of sending her away or […]
  • South Korea’s Abysmal Record of Disability Rights Despite Economic Prosperity

    Ayanna Nahmias
    21 Jan 2015 | 7:55 pm
    Ayanna Nahmias, Editor-in-Chief Last Modified: 22:56 p.m. EDT, 21 January 2015 SINAN COUNTY, South Korea – Though South Korea’s record of human rights abuse is not as heinous as its neighbor North Korea, it still grapples with abuse of the weakest members of its society. Prior to the latest expose, there have been several studies […]
  • U.S. Citizens Head Not Only to the Middle East to Fight Others’ Battles

    Jessamy Nichols
    13 Jan 2015 | 9:18 am
    Jessamy Nichols, Africa Correspondent Last Modified: 12:18 p.m. EST, 13 January 2015 BANJUL, Gambia – On December 30th, armed groups in Gambia carried out a coup attempt against the president, Yahya Jammeh. The harsh and restrictive leader has been in power since 1994 (due to a coup, ironically), and is globally infamous for his widespread […]
  • Ethiopia: Fight for Land in the Lower Omo Valley

    Sarah Jakubowski
    8 Jan 2015 | 8:20 pm
    Sarah Joanne Jakubowski, Contributing Journalist Last Modified: 23:20 p.m. DST, 08 January 2015 OMO VALLEY, Ethiopia – Citizens of the Lower Omo Valley are competing with the government for their land. The government is eying the land for cash crops such as sugar and palm oil. The indigenous population consists of thirteen tribes who rely […]
  • To Spite Obama Health Insurance Companies and Pharmaceuticals Choose to Kill Citizens

    Ayanna Nahmias
    4 Jan 2015 | 11:41 pm
    Ayanna Nahmias, Editor-in-Chief Last Modified: 02: 42 a.m. EDT, 05 January 2015 WASHINGTON, D.C. – At midnight on December 31st the world retired 2014 to make way for 2015. For many it marked a night of festivities, parties, and insouciance. For others, like me, it was the day which marked the resetting of health insurance […]
 
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    Magma Poetry » Blog

  • The Magma Poetry Competition 2014/15 closes at midnight TONIGHT

    Wes Brown
    19 Jan 2015 | 4:33 am
    This is your last chance to enter the Magma Poetry Competition 2014/15! Magma’s Poetry Competition has two contests, one for short poems of up to 10 lines, and one for poems of 11 to 50 lines. Poems of 11 to 50 lines will be judged by Jo Shapcott for the Judge’s Prize. Poems of up to 10 lines will be entered for the Editors’ Prize and, reflecting Magma’s unique rotating editorship, will be judged by a panel of Magma editors. First prizes £1,000 Second Prizes £300 Plus 10 Special Mentions £15 each In addition to receiving attractive cash prizes, winners will be invited to read…
  • ‘Janus Among The Poets’ a newly commissioned poem from Christine Webb on the theme of ‘Deadlines’

    Lisa Kelly
    9 Jan 2015 | 4:30 am
    If you still need an extra push to enter the 2014/15 Magma Poetry Competition, then poet Christine Webb has written a specially commissioned poem on the scary theme of deadlines to help you beat 19th January! Christine Webb’s first collection, After Babel, was published in 2004 by Peterloo Poets, and her second, Catching Your Breath, in 2011 by Cinnamon Press. Her work has appeared in a number of magazines and anthologies: you can read Form in Magma 57. JANUS AMONG THE POETS Door-god, sceptic, your wry neck twists both ways – to squint at the gone year, its broken vows, to…
  • Kick-Starting Creativity: An interview with 2012/13 Magma Competition Winner Paul Stephenson

    Lisa Kelly
    8 Jan 2015 | 4:55 am
    For many of us, a deadline is what’s needed to kick-start creativity. This is certainly true for Paul Stephenson, who won the Editors’ Prize in the Magma Poetry Competition 2012/2013 for his poem, The Pull. The Editors’ Prize is unique as the only short poem prize running in the UK with a four figure winning prize. Paul took time out to speak to Magma about how a deadline spurred him to enter his winning poem. Can you remember when you entered the MAGMA COMPETITION? I don’t remember when I entered – likely a day or two before the deadline, as with all my…
  • 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…
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  • "When I Dare to be Powerful ..."

    January
    19 Jan 2015 | 11:40 am
  • Theatre of Words and Music

    January
    15 Jan 2015 | 10:03 pm
    Join me on Saturday for the Theatre of Words and Music. Should be a ton of fun!TWM featuring January O'Neil, Michael G Martin, and White VeinsSaturday, January 177 p.m., Salem Athenaeum 337 Essex St., Salem MA $8 at the door.I'll have Misery Islands on sale. Hope to see you there. 
  • Confession Tuesday

    January
    13 Jan 2015 | 8:30 pm
    Happy Tuesday, folks. Hope you've had a good start to the New Year.To celebrate 2015 and the release of Misery Islands we're giving away two signed copies!Go to my Facebook page and leave a comment to enter. Names will be picked on Wednesday, January 14 at 6 p.m. EST.Watch the video on FB that the kids and I put together (see picture above).****Now that the holidays have passed, and the kids have gone back to school (YES!), I've been able to recover from the end of year wrap-up. I'm actually looking forward to teaching a new round of classes next week. Didn't know how tired I was until I put…
  • Inventing Situations

    January
    3 Jan 2015 | 2:40 am
    Happy New Year, folks! I'm starting 2015 with a poem published in the latest issue of American Poetry Review (APR)! I don't subscribe to many journals, but APR has been been coming to my mailbox since before my children were born. It's taken me that long to get in, so it feels great that my poem "At Wolf Hollow" found its way into their pages--in the Jan/Feb issue no less. Happy to be included with John Skoyles, Alex Dimitrov, Beth Bachmann and many others. ****Also, if you notice my January poetry count, I've written my first poem of the year. I'm doing another poem-a-day…
  • Confession Tuesday

    January
    30 Dec 2014 | 1:16 pm
    It's the last (Confession) Tuesday of the year. Share a bit of yourself with us and we promise to do the same. This is my last visit to Starbucks for 2014. I managed to squeeze in a few minutes between a kids' sleepover, play dates, and afternoon basketball practice. Heck, I'm just thrilled to do a Tuesday post on Tuesday. ****In my Poetry Action Plan post, I talked about these guiding ideals for less stress:Laugh moreLove more Save more Stretch moreIt almost feels like a cliche to talk about finding balance and telling stress to take a hike. Everyone's too busy. Everyone's…
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  • This Dance

    Rob Kistner
    19 Jan 2015 | 1:23 pm
    This Dance he feels the weight of her thigh pressing against his the flesh of her hip urgent against his groin the warmth as he responds involuntarily a heat spreads through him a quickening of pulse he swells and swoons growing rigid and eager a deep need overtakes him he reaches ’round her firmly encircling her waist with his strong arm bending her forward with the power of his body his other hand frees himself he enters her fully consumed by her passion begins a dance of dizzying desire his urges hot and husky on her ear and cheek they churn in slow pleasure building in lustful pace and…
  • Schucked

    Rob Kistner
    10 Jan 2015 | 4:17 am
    Schucked here hang the soiled and tattered husks poorly washed of those who would be real persons save their abandonment in this place and time out of sync of awkward fit paralyzing naïveté bad teeth and hard truths rob kistner © 1/10/15 • this poem loosely inspired by this visual prompt at Magpie
  • Silent Singing

    Rob Kistner
    14 Mar 2014 | 2:37 am
    Watching the cosmos and marveling, tonight I go beyond my limitations to a place that touches the edge of infinite, to the place where humility is born, where the first thread was tweaked to unfurl – were is spoken the language of awe, and silent wonder is the song that is sung…
  • Dawn Breaks

    Rob Kistner
    25 Dec 2013 | 2:22 am
    Dawn Breaks When the fire of love Flickers dims and dies And a shadow falls Deep in darkened eyes Hollow words of love Are but empty lies That open door of a tender heart Has swung quietly closed Round the fragile part What once so sweet and effortless Can never again feel right And the fall begins so near unseen As though but the passing of night Until one morning no dawn breaks No tenderness nor warmth awakes And a loneliness encircles slow You seek the one that you’ve loved so She’s here arms reach She shares your bed You roll and turn and lift your head You search her face in…
  • Freefall

    Rob Kistner
    1 May 2013 | 3:19 am
    Freefall today I slipped beneath the waves caught in a cloudy slow free-fall no bottom in sight rob kistner © 2013
 
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  • Congratulations and Writing Opportunity: Makes You Mom

    L. L. Barkat
    26 Jan 2015 | 7:10 am
    We’re pleased to share this new website with you, from one of our guest writers, Laura Lynn Brown. Of course we’re partial to the Poetry Moms and the Writing Moms categories. And we’re also delighted that this multi-author website could present a new writing opportunity for you. Watch for the open submissions period later this spring (they’ll be looking for men’s voices, too!). And, in the meantime, subscribe so you get familiar with the Makes You Mom style. Daylily photo by ConiferConifer, Creative Commons, via Flickr.The post Congratulations and Writing…
  • Poetry Prompt: Cookie of Good Fortune

    Heather Eure
    26 Jan 2015 | 4:00 am
    We think every cookie is full of good luck. Especially when they’re full of chocolate chips! Messages of good fortune aren’t be limited to a particular type of cookie. With every bite, the warmth of freshly baked cookies tell us everything’s gonna be alright. Thanks to everyone who participated in last week’s poetry prompt. Here is part of a poem from Darlene we enjoyed: cut the corners of paper pouches, dry chocolate pudding poofs! across forearms as hand-mixer spins ’round ’round ’round milk jug splattered brown. slop full the thin tin pan’s graham cracker…
  • The Poet is In: Let’s Talk Sentimental Poetry

    L. L. Barkat
    23 Jan 2015 | 4:00 am
    In our last The Poet is In column, you asked us a lot of questions about poetry. After all, we said to just “ask us anything.” One hundred and thirty-eight comments in the comment-box later, we decided maybe we’d choose just one of those questions to feature here and invite more questions (and our answers). The Question, from Bethany Rohde “How do you decide when a poem has crossed into “sentimental” territory? It seems a bit subjective to know when to call it.” The Initial Answer, from Tania Runyan “Bethany, that is s tough question. For me, a…
  • Top 10 ‘Dip into Poetry’ Lines

    LW Lindquist
    22 Jan 2015 | 4:00 am
    We began a daily sharing over Every Day Poems on Twitter, inviting you to take a dip into poetry with us.  Perhaps for you, the poem could be a pool. You could take a dip, a refreshing soak of your arms, legs, and lashes. Or maybe you’re the more hesitant type, dipping in only a toe to test the waters. You might even be one who skips the pool and dips your pinky finger into a jar to savor the honey of a poem all morning.  Or maybe one is not enough, and you order your ice cream cones with a triple dip. However you do your dipping, we invite you to keep taking your daily dip…
  • Losing Yourself: Rebecca Solnit’s ‘A Field Guide to Getting Lost’

    LW Lindquist
    21 Jan 2015 | 4:00 am
    Last fall when I reached California after four days of driving, I posted on Facebook that I’d driven 1,928 miles and not made a single wrong turn. This was, as those who know me well can attest, a significant accomplishment. It might not be hyperbole to say that I get lost nearly as often as I go out. As a new college graduate before the days of GPS and Internet maps I learned my way around around Minneapolis and St. Paul by getting lost, often in my search for one place finding another that I would need to know within a matter of days.The ready access to GPS locations seems to make me…
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  • Playing Sir Sandford Fleming Every Morning

    cottonbombs
    25 Jan 2015 | 9:48 pm
    This cigarette lies dying at this speed of this sunset and as I close my eyes I’m smoking the sun beneath a sky of fiery ashes watching this blood red moon rise as the grumpy phoenix awakes this is the hope of night and the power of addiction that when you’ve given up on a day that stabbed you awake with the assault of your alarm clock sure, you’re the one who set it but it doesn’t mean it’s gotta be so bitchy about it every 7:50 every morning there’s always time for one more smoke.  
  • This Reads Better In Its Original Pig Latin

    cottonbombs
    21 Jan 2015 | 10:02 pm
    Thinking in a foreign language gives me a personality disorder wonderful when I’m already a self-diagnosed schizophrenic and in Italian I am retarded by vocabulary but to Dante’s Inferno with vocabulary when I know less than 2000 words and even less rules of grammar this is when I must be my most creative to see the only meaning before me is made up of the only vocabulary I’ve ever studied and to hell with metaphor and poetry I’m simply satisfied if you understand me in any language which could be Mongolian witch could be English which could be me if translated…
  • Even Nothing Means Something

    cottonbombs
    18 Jan 2015 | 9:56 pm
    There’s something about nothing that means something about nothing if this is true then nothing can exist but how can the lack of everything mean anything? And how can nothing mean something? You got me when we all exist on nothing more than the something we think we believe.
  • As Recently as Tomorrow

    cottonbombs
    16 Jan 2015 | 10:16 pm
    Today is already tomorrow somewhere stop watching your watch so closely these hands of time can never catch you if you’ll fall forwards you’ll still fall backwards trust me I’ve been there as recently as tomorrow.
  • Me and Socrates

    cottonbombs
    23 Dec 2014 | 9:39 pm
    Looking at this blank screen mirrors me screaming at this blank mind echoes me and we can panic knowing we know nothing or we can start the festivities as we soon as we know as much as Socrates hell if I know as much as that bastard then I’m smarter than I’ll ever know.
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    Hijaabi in the Rain

  • Throwback

    1 Jan 2015 | 3:26 pm
    Here is where the metaphors meet at crossroadsOnly the well tread may comprehendBecause the rains fall stillTill I stand on a side of the street I do not knowI do not know what it is like to be the green plasticThe simplicity in ends  hammered into this pacingLet me say that glass walls tauntAnd that perhaps the  mere exclusion could be counted as reliefBut we are here counting the shards of glassAnd bleeding veins telling one story again and againBut not quite is this light that shines hardOnto these faulty premisesWood carved with gapsSentences that don't really match upTo a point…
  • Not a poem

    1 Jan 2015 | 11:25 am
    I want to write on muslim youth musingsA little direction and discipline is in order I wander too muchAnd all my wonderings cover the same ground again and againMaybe sow a few seeds of goodnessMaybe this uncomfortableness needs rootsMaybe home is soil , is earth , is usWe are home racing towards homeI want to write like the meanings aren't drippingOff the page with each sentence lacking punctuationI want to write
  • On Finding a Dream

    24 Dec 2014 | 3:07 pm
    These are the hectic hands jugglingCoals we must collect without burningTruth is in this darkness no diamonds shineAnd what once was a dream resides in an unopened historyI do not have the heart to read these things once againI know now to grab the glass I breakWhether it fits in the crease of my palmIf we bleed , we bleed , we all bleed redSo let my humanity stain every endeavourMay my regret not tear and cool the coalsMay I suffer if it rips my soul from limbsMay I suffer if the sweetness is to teach the heart to wantMay I find amongst the shards unwanted dreamsLet me walk if walking is the…
  • 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…
 
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    Dark Matter

  • Want to hear a poem or two?

    Tony Brown
    26 Jan 2015 | 7:50 am
    Indiefeed, the premier site for podcasts of live poetry of ALL sorts, has long been a supporter of the poetry and music ensemble I perform and record with, The Duende Project.  Here’s a podcast with commentary on a cut from our last album, “Basement Takes.”  Hope you enjoy it. On Nantucket If you do like what you hear, ALL of our albums are available for purchase as digital downloads in any format you choose here: Bandcamp for The Duende Project And we occasionally post demos of prospective recordings for future albums here for your listening and occasional FREE…
  • Holy Thursday

    Tony Brown
    25 Jan 2015 | 6:22 am
    Originally posted 3/21/2008; original title, “Thursday.” you long ago said“what if.” now, you say “I will.” this is no longerthe argumentahead of the contract;this is the contract: last words;finger flung high; grand illusion shrinkingas you speak. you have opened the black door to the black room. you do not turn back. wiping blood and grit from under your nails,you ask yourself if your words really put this sand in your gears.what if it was there waiting all along?what if the will you agreed to follow  wasn’t yours? who set these things to…
  • NSA, CIA, FBI, Etc.

    Tony Brown
    24 Jan 2015 | 4:21 pm
    Originally posted 7/28/2013. Let’s get over the fear of who might be listening and remember we were born to free speech. Let’s talk louder. Let’s not relent at all and talk about everything at once.  Let’s mention our bowel movements in the same breathas our passionate defense of the right to violate a lawin pursuit of justice beyond it.Give our breakfast cereals credit for insider trading.  Describe our carsas perfect examples of style so wildthey terrorize the road under them. Don’t capitulate: overwhelm.They won’t know what to dowith a firehose…
  • Attending To Mundane Things

    Tony Brown
    23 Jan 2015 | 6:28 am
    Originally posted 4/27/2009. Crystal skulls and pyramids, sweat lodges and vision quests, Tarot cards and Zodiac — good night to you, you’ve served your purpose. Your creators are long dead. They’d laugh at us if they were not. They’d marvel at those who don’t know how to find prophecy in the mundane,  in the random jumble of socks in a drawer or the shadows of skyscrapers  knifing across downtown streets  if they tried.  They’d say, every jammed closet is a cathedral if you know  how to pray in it and each time clock offers a mantra in its solid…
  • Unspeakable War

    Tony Brown
    22 Jan 2015 | 1:47 pm
    New poem.  Here, today, on this wide plain, war. A spilling. A multitude burning. Skins being shed. Conflict and denial blooming like nightshade; pale, pale roses laid upon fresh-turned earth; I call this out, flooding the hot, darkened air with my ocean voice, standing still and claiming this will hold the field for peace; but the fire sweeps forward, apparently proof against all I can do as my sword hand reprimands my tongue, saying: you have abdicated your place, it’s my turn. My sword reprimands my pen, saying: no to your arrogance, your assurance that your way is mightier; I…
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    Psalms and Psychoses

  • Dramatic Music Score – Demo Reel – The End of the Dream

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

    Jeremiah Castelo
    9 Jan 2015 | 6:44 pm
    You are heartwarmth in winter You are the wind that rustles the orange and green ornaments, delicately clinging to wooden […] The post The Taste of Water appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
  • Troubled Music Score – Demo Reel – A War of the Will

    Jeremiah Castelo
    28 Aug 2014 | 4:19 pm
    This troubled music score entitled A War of the Will is track #1 from This Man’s Burden, and is synched with atomic explosion footage courtesy of atom central, and stock footage of fire and smoke. Composed and edited by Jeremiah Castelo The post Troubled Music Score – Demo Reel – A War of the Will appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
  • Villainous Music Score – Demo Reel – Hope and Hold Breath

    Jeremiah Castelo
    21 Aug 2014 | 3:35 pm
    This villainous music score entitled Hope and Hold Breath is track #3 from This Man's Burden, and is synched with video clips from "The Engineers" by Julius Horsthuis, clips from SR partners and Art FX , clips from "Azartkant" by Andrey Klimov, and clips "Love like Aliens" by Rashad Haughton. The post Villainous Music Score – Demo Reel – Hope and Hold Breath appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
  • This Man’s Burden – Cinematic Instrumental Music

    Jeremiah Castelo
    19 Jun 2014 | 9:24 pm
    This Man's Burden is a 6-song collection of cinematic instrumental music for film, tv, and video games. Heavy drums, orchestra, and other organic instruments are accompanied by subtle electronic elements, setting the theme for projects of the more epic, dramatic, and villainous nature. The post This Man’s Burden – Cinematic Instrumental Music appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
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    More than Words !

  • Moon in a Dewdrop

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    25 Jan 2015 | 7:26 am
    Dogen Zenji, the founder of Soto Zen School in Japan has written some of the most profound texts on zen . Some of his essay are collected in the book called the 'Moon in a Dewdrop'. The title itself is enough to observe a sense of peace and calmness. The following are the lines from the book which I found are profoundly beautiful, and helpful to seekers and wanderers.Priest Daokai of Mt. Furong said to the assembly, "The green mountains are always walking; a stone woman gives birth to a child at night."Mountains do not lack the qualities of mountains. Therefore they always abide in ease…
  • A Fundamental Isolation !

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    22 Jan 2015 | 11:07 pm
    Let me talk about my archaic revival, orthodox teachings of the universal survivals. See I speak of the hazards of being pulled by absurdities of the so called deities.I speak for the illumination of psychedelics.You might call me a character out of Jodorowsky's movies. But I am not. I am more of the abstraction that Aleister Crowley holds. May be a techno priest, may be a madman.Or may be nothing. Nothing. May be the notes played in Vivaldi's four seasons. Or the abnormalities in Edgar Allen Poe's raven. There are unseen forces that influences the way…
  • The Poet and the Stoned Ape !

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    21 Jan 2015 | 11:44 pm
    Beneath the breath of the poet lies the stoned ape, whose ideas are mostly forbidden or misunderstood. He has no substantial origins, his past is just a canvas painted in black and white. Every gap in the memory of the poetis a hollow streams of dreams. His eyes are painters, painting realities in his twisted mind, incompetently putting words together like legos. He makes flesh, objects, dreams and even textures. He finds everything exceptthe gods who created the wretched consciousness game. The mimes and storyteller are nothing but lairs. The best…
  • Hidden within the Hidden'ness

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    20 Jan 2015 | 5:46 am
    Somethings are hidden in the very core of all hidden'ness. The mind within the brain,love within the lovers, or loverswithin the love. The gods within the immortality of space. A portion of everything within nothing'ness. The theos within the logos, and the logos within the theos.   A beautiful hide and seek. Do you see friend how beautifully things are synced ?A grand imitation games fueled witheffigies, fetishes and poppets. A sympathetic magic that revolves around the contagion. Constant flux of co-instantiates.Coincidentia…
  • Uncertainly Certain !!

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    15 Jan 2015 | 4:47 am
    Uncertainty,lets break this word.Un, refers to "not" and certainty refers to 'certain'certain comes from 'certanus' sounds like anus,which again comes from 'certus' revolving around a circuscertus, is a past participle of 'cernere'which means 'to decide ordistinguish', and that's so funnybut in more so ever literal sense;it means 'to shift or seperate'.So, deep deeper deeply-uncertainty is not to shift, or separate.Things are uncertain. Surely they are.Not because they are indeterminate. But becausetime is not a separate shift but an imaginative play.An exclusive illusion.Things hence are…
 
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  • Upcoming Tribal Elections: A Winning Tribe and a Solid Council

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    24 Jan 2015 | 1:15 pm
    On February 8th, members of the Mashpee Wampanoag Tribe will gather to cast their votes to fill six seats on the Mashpee Wampanoag Tribal Council. There are 12 official candidates and a couple of folks running as write-ins. To see this many folks trying to have a voice or bring a new voice to the leadership of the tribe is encouraging and positive. However, what comes with elections is another issue.Factions can be a serious red flag in any community, especially one with a leadership tradition and history that pre-dates the European model. It's especially self destructive when you are looking…
  • Re-Living The Good Old Days: Roots Remake on Horizon

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    9 Jan 2015 | 11:50 pm
    Allen Hughes, one half of the Hughes brothers, noted identical, tag-team directors of such films as "Menace II Society", "American Pimp" and "Dead Presidents," has signed on to direct a remake of the mini series "Roots" for the History Channel. On one level, I realize that Hollywood's obsession with slavery is probably fuel by an inner yearning for the good old days, the same way that most Black History Month themes in public schools focus on slavery and the Civil Rights Movement, with little to no reflection on what happened before between or after these events.I can also understand why they…
  • IMANI - 7th Day of KWANZAA

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    1 Jan 2015 | 5:30 am
    The Seventh and final day of the Kwanzaa observance is Imani or Faith. This reflects faith in higher powers, faith in ourselves, families and communities. Why do you do what you do? What do you believe in? What motivates and drives your actions? I have a friend who's a Buddhist and her favorite sayings is that, "faith is to fear nothing."  Often times, we allow fear to keep us from dreaming or doing things: fear of failure, fear of rejection, fear of losing. On the other hand we have people who resign themselves to blind faith, which in reality is not faith at all, but simply putting…
  • KUUMBA - 6th Day of KWANZAA

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    31 Dec 2014 | 5:00 am
    Day Six of the Kwanzaa holiday is all about creativity, and leaving the world a more beautiful place than you found it. However, this is not just in the art-for-arts-sake sense, as much as in the form follows function sense of aesthetics. Consider that in the 1960's and 70's, during the Black Power Movement, you had an entire branch called the Black Arts Movement where Black writers, musicians, and visual artists used their talents to support and convey the social, political and cultural concepts of the movement as well as encourage Black people to re-embrace many of the aesthetic and…
  • NIA - 5th Day of KWANZAA

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    30 Dec 2014 | 5:14 am
    The Fifth day of Kwanzaa is a focus on service to your family, and community. It's a day of recognizing how your talents and abilities can be used for the purpose of service, not just commerce. It's the force that inspires use to build schools, houses of worship, organizations, and community programs. This is not necessarily about charity as this is the benefit of the community as well as ourselves that we engage in these activities. In the late 1700's, in Boston although free Blacks were expected to pay taxes, their children were not permitted to attend public schools. In answer to this,…
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  • fear

    MA
    11 Jan 2015 | 8:13 pm
    dream of standing on thin ice. wake to crushing airless depth. mirrors without reflection and death are both fantasies of the ultimate abandonment of self without self and time outside the turning of darkest heaven. no refuge is enough and home is long lost in a trackless wild. clouds and thunder and water and the earth all roll in waves. everything is empty and alone.
  • Annalisa Was a Dream

    MA
    11 Jan 2015 | 2:20 am
    That did not fade but died In the sudden cold night That fell around my world When her empty heart was Opened and hope escaped.
  • Annalisa Lives in Light

    MA
    9 Jan 2015 | 9:39 pm
    Love, love, love, All the time love. Love moved God. Love lives in green Valley floors, touches The face of the sun. Love is in the blood. Love casts shadows Of the dead, makes Art of sound, worked Materials and words. Life is love of matter Animated by light. Light is love without Mass, the only holy Sacrament there is. Appetites, longing, Magic in the flesh. A whole world in a Dust mote under The bed in a corner Of the universe. Love is peace and Sleep and dreams. Love never dies. Always and forever.
  • Dammit to Hell

    MA
    1 Jan 2015 | 9:57 am
    The world didn’t change overnight. The sheets were cold, and a small Race of greedy liars continues to Swarm over the carcass of the world They claim, defleshing it and each Other in a cannibal mist, sharkless Teeth burning everything down. The empty bed does it, the ungodly Need for warmth and light, want For love, and silence at midnight. The whole damned thing goes like An avalanche of ice, nothing with Or without God, a moment without Beginning or end, time out of mind. To try, perchance to dream, chances Are slim, but wanting without work Only infinity lengthens the odds.
  • The Name of the Year

    MA
    27 Dec 2014 | 10:36 am
    Surely we need our illusions— We can keep our children safe, Love conquers all, angels fall Away from the light like leaves. I dreamed that I was lost when You were gone, and all was lost. This isn’t poetry any more than Photography is art, longing is Spiritual and denial is religion. All are true, and none is real. Just the facts, ma’am, neither Hot nor cold, somewhere dawn Or dusk, the solstice of my time. I want this moment to last but It will have to recreate itself Just as the green fuse reignites Before fading to meet the dead.
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    Bechdel Babes

  • That time I championed feminism on Facebook

    Bechdel Babes
    19 Jan 2015 | 1:39 am
    Those two paragraphs are the most terrifying pieces of writing and commentary I’ve ever put my name to.
  • Conversations at modern confessionals

    Caitlin McGregor
    14 Jan 2015 | 3:25 pm
    I just want to be able to say ugly things, uncomfortable things, things that don't fit, to another human being.
  • Follicular Emacipation: To Shave or not to Shave?

    rheaviewmirror
    13 Jan 2015 | 7:38 pm
    A couple of years ago, while I was at the beach, a woman approached me. She looked determined and full of self righteous zeal. I was convinced that this could only mean one… Continue reading →
  • Colourblindness, privilege and the age of polite, middle class racism.

    rheaviewmirror
    12 Jan 2015 | 9:42 pm
    ‘Racism’ is commonly associated with clear cut acts of aggression and obvious racial slurs. For instance, those infamous videos of racial abuse on Australian public transport that seem to appear every few months,… Continue reading →
  • Taylor Swift: A Modern Sylvia Plath?

    Bechdel Babes
    11 Jan 2015 | 4:59 pm
    Taylor Swift’s music is adored across the globe. But despite sold-out tours, chart-topping albums and legions of fans, the twenty-five-year-old is still a remarkably divisive figure. People who might be indifferent to Rihanna… Continue reading →
 
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    Walking Is Still Honest

  • A Manic’s Heart

    hrholt1986
    26 Jan 2015 | 8:00 am
    damn lady by Joseph James Cawein broke my heart at midnight convenience with airplane arms spatial grins and cigarette burns on her manic heart. damn lady. eyes churning with intensity. innards’ whooping silent rages. damn lady made me care. —– Joseph James Cawein is losing his mind.The man who occupies the empty bar stool says so. No one else hears him laugh.
  • Expletives and The Deflated Expression of Soccer Balls

    hrholt1986
    23 Jan 2015 | 8:00 am
    Poem 2. by Joseph Altamore [Unhappy] in the garage shouting at the partially deflated soccer ball: “you stupid ball!you have no right! your facile knowledge of reality does not leave room for sadness! what’s more,how can a mere ball express itself so much more readily and easily than I? I long for the ability to simply become flat in order to express every facet of my perennial unrest! you bastard! you fuck!” needless to say I was frightening the neighbor kids I walked back into the house —– Joseph Altamore is an emerging poet from Rockford, IL. His work is…
  • The Struggle of Endless Toiling

    hrholt1986
    22 Jan 2015 | 8:00 am
    In the Company of Water Heaters by Ryan Hardgrove Sitting in front of this same old desk another new place shoveled down into the basement this time the water heater already crowding me and the furnace guffawing regularly not to mention the lonely toilet leering at me from across the room as I toil endlessly behind the typer trying desperately as always to get it all down before something slips like the time or my inability to deal with hunger or lack of nicotine she’s upstairs showering or cleaning or accomplishing some other task with the grace and care and efficiency I still marvel at…
  • Bothering A Verbal Barrage

    hrholt1986
    21 Jan 2015 | 8:00 am
    stuff of legends by Anggo Genorga today, a few friends came by the house to hang out and get drunk. after a few catching ups, one of them remembers the anthology book where my poem was included and asked me to show them my contributor’s copy; with pride and reluctance, i handed the book then came their rapid fire questions : “ how did you send your poem to them ? “ “ did you get paid for it ? ” “ when did you started writing ? ” “ do you write love poems ? ” “ who is Charles Bukowski ? ” “ what is Silver Birch Press ? ” “ what inspires you…
  • Churning Eternal Chaos

    hrholt1986
    20 Jan 2015 | 8:00 am
    The Churning Guts by Scott Thomas Outlar We feast, we shit, we fuck, we rut, we live a little while and then we die. It’s all the same actions, the same emotions, the same experiences. It’s the same sperm, the same egg, the same womb when we are born. It’s the same worms, the same casket, the same grave when we perish. It’s all very ugly and brutal, but we try and tease it, to play with it, to smooth it out so that it takes on the illusion of being beautiful. We create words and signs and symbols to try and frame the eternal chaos into some sort of fake order that is easier to digest…
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    Gatsby's Abandoned Children

  • ATTN: Indie Lit Community – “Great 2015 Preview” [list-in-progress]

    Jeremiah Walton
    2 Jan 2015 | 11:29 am
    ATTN: Indie Lit Community – “Great 2015 Preview” [list-in-progress]. Tagged: 2015, author, authors, books, culture, indie, indie lit, lit, literature, publish, publishers, publishing, small press, writers, writing
  • The Beachies

    Jeremiah Walton
    2 Jan 2015 | 11:10 am
    Beach Sloth handed out the 2014 Beachies awards elegantly.  These Beachies are awarded to some wonderful writers and publishers.  If you’re looking for new voices to read, new places to submit, and a giggle to open up 2015, check out these Beachies. “Best Yurt Dweller: Jeremiah Walton-I enjoy most of what Jeremiah Walton does. His passion and flow-through are greatly appreciated. He does everything, drives across country, writes tons of great stuff, supports others, and most importantly lives in a yurt. I like what Jeremiah Walton is doing and I hope he continues doing…
  • 2014 Memories

    Jeremiah Walton
    1 Jan 2015 | 11:46 am
    Here are photographs / videos from hitchhiking and tramping around the country, running Books & Shovels, the 2014 NYC Poetry Festival, #RuntRaccoonRevolution, my performances and shows, along with My Fistull of Moonbeams, living in Erie, P.A., and other weird jazz that occurred. January, 2014 #ThisIsPoetry show in Springfield, IL Lake Erie sunset Out filming with Captain for Nostrovia! Meko, the baby raccoon we rescued Meko and Captain Meko and Captain Meko and Sam Wandering Erie, P.A. Cleveland’s 2014 Snoetry show Empty subway pole dancing on way to Harlem, NYC Coney Island sunrise…
  • Merry New Year, 2014 was a long scab

    Jeremiah Walton
    30 Dec 2014 | 1:04 pm
    DEATH IS A FARMER IN A DIRTY WIFE-BEATER AND TORN JEANS HIS (or her) SCYTCHE HAS MORE FUNCTIONS THAN EVAPORATING BREATH Looking down at the paper I am writing upon I see dark planets circling the sun. Took a stab at yolo was reincarnated I’ve died twice today. once with the Moon & once drunk in tree tops. Day offered itself to me Dripping sun-blood all over face Wipe blood from lip Morning awaits resurrection Night kisses nails out of her coffin burning out at sunrise I look in the mirror to see if anything new has been written. Tagged: art, artists, creative, creative writing,…
  • @ 2014 NYC Poetry Festival

    Jeremiah Walton
    28 Dec 2014 | 9:57 am
    I performed at the 2014 NYC Poetry Festival representing Nostrovia! Poetry, UndergroundBooks, and filling in for organizations that were unable to attend at the last minute.  I hope you dig the performances!  Cheers! Tagged: art, artists, author, authors, culture, festival, jeremiah walton, new york city, nyc, performance, poems, poetry, poets, reading, spoken word
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    Poetic Hope

  • What an Angel Dreams

    26 Jan 2015 | 5:50 am
    There have been many times where I have ended up sleep after Deanne, and from those, I have learned a powerful truth about finding strength to face struggles.What an Angel DreamsThere she laysWorn out from another dayCaught away in her dreamsAs I am left to wonderOf what does she dreamI know her wellI know I am in there somewhereA humbling truth indeedBy Joseph Kemper © 1 May 2014I hope you found something to enjoy within this 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
  • Just a Glimpse

    24 Jan 2015 | 12:10 am
    A little food for thought for everyone. Just a GlimpseA glimpseReally not that muchBut what if It was a glimpse Of tomorrow?Just a glimpseBut still it is tomorrow,Any tomorrowWhat would you look at?What would you hunger to know?What would your glimpse change?Would it be a welcome glimpse?Or a terrible nightmare?Could you like your tomorrowIf you cannot stand your today?Could your tomorrow be wondrousAnd blessedIf you cannot find the strengthTo build your todaysInto a treasure to cherish?Knowing your tomorrowsWill mirror your todaysIf you could glimpse TomorrowWould you like what you saw?By…
  • The Worst that could Happen

    23 Jan 2015 | 6:44 am
    I do not fear struggles. In some ways I really never have. I certainly do not go hunting down new struggles to bring into my life, but when they do come, I have no fear or trepidation about how things might work out. I may not know what the end will be, or how I will get there. I may not know if I have the strength to face that particular struggle, but I will have no fear about the idea of it working out. This poem talks a little about why.The Worst that could HappenWhat's the worst that could happenYou drag me downDestroy everythingI hold dear Leave me a broken shell of a manNo, for then I…
  • The God I Love

    22 Jan 2015 | 12:33 am
    Almost a combination between prayer and poem this poem is almost enthralling in its simplicity.The God I LoveI've seen thy handI've learned of thy strengthI know where hope comes fromI know where peace comes fromI 've felt thy loveI've tasted of thy lightNo other shall I serveNo other shall I followBy Joseph Kemper © 30 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
  • Hope

    21 Jan 2015 | 1:15 am
    It is always amazing just how much beauty can be found in something so simple. HopeHer loving armsOnly shall I live for.Pleasing her isEverything to me.By Joseph Kemper © 30 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
 
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    A Blog By Rohan Bhardwaj

  • Death Of A King Raises Imbalance- Abdullah

    rohan bhardwaj
    24 Jan 2015 | 11:26 pm
    King Abdullah of Saudi Arabia passed away last friday with lung infection and the world got shaken by this. Apparently the half brother of Abdullah will become the king. Salman, the successor is 79 and also have health issues.Not sure if Salman is a good fit, but he promises much in his kingship. Anyway, since no one else is allowed from other families, he is the only one as of now.So how did the death of a King rings noises around the world?Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • Obama Comes Again To India

    rohan bhardwaj
    23 Jan 2015 | 11:25 am
    It is the big news when American President Mr. Barack Obama meets Indian Prime Minister Mr. Narendra Modi. Obama will be coming to India second time in his tenure and this time it is at the time of Republic day.It would be a three day visit and the discussion's that would take place may have huge impact on the business and economic aspect. India needs U.S.A's support and this is the perfect opportunity for India to shine and grow.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • Learning's On The Go

    rohan bhardwaj
    20 Jan 2015 | 10:00 pm
    There is no age limit for learning and each day we can either learn something new or refresh our learning’s. It is important that we take it to improve our life on a continual basis. I have compiled the basics to get you started to get a better outcome of your investment in life.Smile more, be happy and stay focused. Get ready for today’s learning.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • India Versus England 2015

    rohan bhardwaj
    20 Jan 2015 | 8:30 am
    We Indians are cricket fanatic and what more appealing than India team against England team who are the franchiser of cricket. The aura of the field, the sixes and fours along with cheers for the nation make us go cheerful.Cricket is the best phenomena in India where we all go united and behave alike. Why? Cricket got no religion, right. It is our accepted national game, we live cricket our whole life.Let's see how we did in today's match.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • Lenovo A6000 New Cheapest Phone

    rohan bhardwaj
    18 Jan 2015 | 12:06 am
    Mobile phone trends keeps on increasing, they come with cheap prices and make us go wow every time we see them. The last mega sale which took place was by Moto G model, being the most affordable phone in the market.People rushed to it and it proved to be one of the best models out there. With the specs given, it was indeed a desirable phone by many teens and adults alike.This time, Lenovo is the race and chances are it will be successful. Let's dig it more.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
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    Poetry Lobby

  • His Story|| Featured Spoken Word Artist

    poetrylobby1
    14 Jan 2015 | 4:36 am
  • How To Get Views

    poetrylobby1
    13 Jan 2015 | 6:51 pm
    There will be ups, and there will be downs But somewhere online, there are views to be found As I am searching the web, for this information Driven by passion and true motivation I know this is a journey, I’m willing to take Knowing some days it will drive me irate Some say it’s about timing, but it’s probably luck Whatever you do, I would never give up
  • Impeach And Prosecute Obama

    poetrylobby1
    4 Oct 2014 | 12:50 pm
    http://www.mrctv.org/embed/12966Share Click The Link To Support Impeachment And Share
  • Domestic Violence Poem

    poetrylobby1
    15 Sep 2014 | 7:59 pm
    This is about, more than just another headline, for mainstream media But domestic violence, and the emotion, it continues bringing up It shouldn’t be spun, for political propaganda Instead, finally get victims, to fight back and stand up Be a message of empowerment, for young woman growing up To reach out to broken homes, and say the world will show you love For the woman, afraid of going home, that live in battered woman’s shelter’s Life can be much better, but we must choose to clean it’s filters   Poetry Lobby Store: Click Here For Secure Link To Store 
  • Missed Connections Poem

    poetrylobby1
    11 Sep 2014 | 7:25 am
    Weather your walking down the street, and see someone highly attractive  Or it’s 5 P.M. In rush hour traffic Missed connections, often happen in life Just walking down the street, not speaking, could be the difference between staying single and meeting your wife I’ve heard stories of people who met their better half in a super market  How epic, picture finding your spouse, in a super target By not talking, to that girl in English class Could subtract your significant other, but I was never good in math These days, missed connections even happen on the internet Go talk to that…
 
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    Powerful Views

  • Let Life Take Over…

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

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

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

    Karan Gandhi
    22 Dec 2014 | 7:56 am
      Dearest Ronak and Madhu,   To begin with, a quote from the Bible:   Love is patient. Love is kind. Love does not envy. Love does not boast. Love is not proud. Love is not rude. Love is not self-seeking. Love is not easily angered. Love keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil. Love rejoices with the truth. Love always protects. Love always trusts. Love always hopes. Love always perseveres. Love never fails.   -1 Corinthians 13: 4-8       Am sure both of you know that you’ll mean the world to me. This blog post is just to reiterate that my…
  • O Mount, Your Splendor!

    Karan Gandhi
    21 Dec 2014 | 7:26 am
    Mountains blue With drops of dew Laden with ice Nature’s disguise. Your beauty amazes I have no phrases To define your glow The splendor of snow. Upon your turf Where mountaineers surf You welcome them all To the highland call. At your peak With a golden streak In conditions dire You stand and inspire. Thanks a million Rather, thanks a zillion You protect and keep Without any sleep. You keep us shelter Whether cold or swelter You guard and defend To the very end. The help the protection The unconditional affection Thanks dear mount Your blessings we can’t count!Filed under: Photoliscious,…
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    Illusory Realm of Conceptual Poetry and Art

  • My Love For Her Will Not Recede

    Alexander Smoljanovic
    26 Jan 2015 | 9:15 am
    ________________________________ These words I write in honor of a Swedish girl that is my wife the one that gives me so much love and is the center of my life It warms my heart to see her smile and see the twinkle in her eyes She makes complete our domicile now two in love it occupies My love for her will not recede or stay the same from day to day but grow in time and will proceed to show her more in every way To love my Pia every day is easy and a joy to do It makes me glad to hear her say how much she loves her Alex too. ________________________________ I woke up today with an inspiration…
  • The program code behind it all

    Alexander Smoljanovic
    25 Jan 2015 | 6:42 am
    _________________________________ Space and time is an illusion truth shrouded in nonphysical life is clouded in delusion and programmed to seem actual Created beings cannot know why they do exist to replicate They live their lives and then they die through offspring they perpetuate They cannot ever comprehend Or see past life although they try To understand that in the end Truth can’t reveal the reason why they cannot touch a living God it gives them much to speculate concluding that it may be odd and cause them to investigate The program code behind it all Like clockwork loops…
  • When Poetry Refused to Rhyme

    Alexander Smoljanovic
    20 Jan 2015 | 3:47 am
    Another poem they did regale when poetry refused to rhyme No rhyming words did then prevail with rules packed loose as mesenchyme Sporadic words did then occur ensued by abstract pantomime and symmetry did not concur but formed a new-found paradigm Though poetry did not include choice rhyming words in every line His tale they told did not occlude the truth behind a grand design _______________________ Poetry constructed without the enhancement of a rhyming component may be technically valid but tends to lack a certain lyrical appeal. Post number 42 entitled ‘When Poetry Refused to…
  • When you are gone

    Alexander Smoljanovic
    13 Jan 2015 | 5:35 am
    _____________ And who will weep when we are gone? when fast asleep the world moves on Nothing I do will then remain When life is through It’s all the same No one will try to call you then Their eyes will dry forever when You say goodbye to everyone and leave to die when life is done Whatever kind of legacy you leave behind for all to see You will not know when you are gone forever though life carries on _____________ I had an overnight inspiration to write another poem entitled ‘When you are gone’. I woke up this morning quickly jotting it down on my phone. As I wasn’t…
  • Amidst the trees

    Alexander Smoljanovic
    10 Jan 2015 | 6:12 pm
    Amidst the trees her raven hair full in the breeze and eyes aglare She casts a spell then stirs her brew A putrid smell begins to spew and does suffuse the mossy knoll with residues as dark as coal Vile stench pervades a nearby soul as life force fades and takes its toll Amidst the trees is not a love poem I usually write but an exercise. It is an attempt at being poetically creative with a subject that is completely different from what I am accustomed to. This is the actually the first poem I ever wrote that is not a love poem. I will continue to expand the categories and subjects as they…
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