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  • This Monday at KGB: Billy Collins + George Green

    The Best American Poetry
    jdeming
    1 Mar 2015 | 4:06 pm
    KGB Monday Night Poetry is pleased to present... Billy Collins & George Green Monday, March 2nd, 2015 Hosted by John Deming and Matthew Yeager Series founded in 1997 by David Lehman and Star Black Doors open at 7:00 pm Reading starts at 7:30pm Admission is FREE www.KgbBar.com 85 East 4th Street * New York, NY Billy Collins was born in New York City on March 22, 1941. He is the author of several books of poetry, including Aimless Love: New and Selected Poems (Random House, 2013), Horoscopes for the Dead: Poems (Random House, 2012); Ballistics: Poems (2008); She Was Just Seventeen (2006);…
  • Infinite Jest, Page 222: "No More"

    Erasing Infinite
    17 Feb 2015 | 7:32 pm
    "No More," erasure poetry from page 222 of David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest.
  • the sky a little lighter

    Wade on Birmingham » Daily Haiku
    Wade Kwon
    28 Feb 2015 | 10:00 pm
    Coming around the bend, a young woman brings her fresh spirit. It’s spring. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • How To Reach Your Goals?

    A Blog By Rohan Bhardwaj
    rohan bhardwaj
    23 Feb 2015 | 6:40 am
    The end result is what we aim for we need it sweet. We put all our practice and time devoting to the outcome. But many times it turns out we are not reaching our goals. What is stopping us? Or how to improve ourselves to get better with ourselves.Definitely we do many mistakes along the way and tweaking our perspective and checkpoints can make a huge difference. Let us check how to get better with time.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • The Taste of Water

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

  • Festival inspires poetry book

    4 Mar 2015 | 2:12 am
    "I was listening to people read out their poetry during the poet's breakfast and I thought what great poetry." The only requirements for contributing to the book were that the poets had to be from Eden and the subject had to be about the town.
  • American Life in Poetry: 'The Kiss' 0

    3 Mar 2015 | 12:38 pm
    Kurt Brown was a talented poet who died in 2013, and his posthumous selected and new poems opens with this touching late poem to his wife, Laure-Anne.
  • Music, Poetry and Art in North Portland on March 10th

    3 Mar 2015 | 11:38 am
    Come to the Portland Round in North Portland on March 10, 2014 for a monthly arts experience featuring three singer songwriters, slam poetry and live visual art for a relaxed evening of collaborative performance' sponsored by Portland Abbey Arts. At this event, three songwriters will share the stage with additional musicians occasionally joining in.
  • Leonard Nimoy's Colorado Ties: Poetry Books Going for Big $ After His Death

    3 Mar 2015 | 7:29 am
    The death of Leonard Nimoy at age 83 is resonating with generations of fans who loved Spock, the character he played on the Star Trek television series and numerous big-screen adventures. But Nimoy wasn't only an actor.
  • New season of poetry in store at Book Case

    3 Mar 2015 | 7:29 am
    Congratulations, you're now registered! Let us know what news and updates you want to hear about and we'll send them straight to your inbox. A new season of poetry readings is being lined up at Hebden Bridge's The Book Case, and the season will begin with a special launch event.
 
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    Wade on Birmingham » Daily Haiku

  • a dream about carbs

    Wade Kwon
    3 Mar 2015 | 10:00 pm
    Cupcakes and doughnuts rain from the sky into my smiling hollow belly. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • drive-in saturday night

    Wade Kwon
    2 Mar 2015 | 10:00 pm
    The sun goes down, the lights come up, the stars shine on the luminous screen. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • the kids pick the menu

    Wade Kwon
    1 Mar 2015 | 10:00 pm
    He picks nuggets and she picks tater tots and they pick chocolate milk. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • the sky a little lighter

    Wade Kwon
    28 Feb 2015 | 10:00 pm
    Coming around the bend, a young woman brings her fresh spirit. It’s spring. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • all winter in a day

    Wade Kwon
    28 Feb 2015 | 7:20 pm
    Snow and ice warnings, bread and milk fights and canceled plans and frozen pipes. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
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    1 Mar 2015 | 8:24 am
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  • This poem / Gets up / And does / Something

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

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

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

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

  • Outside & Subterranean Poetry (65): Thomas Rawlin, An Alchemical Poem: “A Magicall Ænigma”

    Jerome Rothenberg
    1 Mar 2015 | 5:37 am
    [The following is yet another excerpt from Barbaric Vast & Wild: A Gathering of Outside & Subterranean Poetry from Origins to Present, edited with commentaries by myself & John Bloomberg-Rissman, and published by Black Widow Press as the fifth volume of Poems for the Millennium.  Earlier excerpts have been posted on Poems and Poetics over the last several years, referring to the work as “a mini-anthology in progress,” but the completed book will now appear as a 450 page assemblage to join the other volumes in the Poems for the Millennium series. (J.R.)]Thomas Rawlin…
  • Arie Galles & Jerome Rothenberg: Graffite (Complete)

    Jerome Rothenberg
    27 Feb 2015 | 6:08 am
    A few years ago I began to engage with the artist Arie Galles in a series of poems  to accompany three “suites” of his drawings (twenty drawings in each suite).  Now, under the title “Graffite: Three Suites after Images by Arie Galles” he has posted all sixty poems & drawings on his web site, sidestepping or postponing publication by any more traditional means.         My own pre-face to the work reads as follows: “For some time now I’ve been working with Arie Galles on Graffite, a three-part series of graphite drawings with…
  • Michael Palmer: New Poems from “The Laughter of the Sphinx,” for Mac Low, Tcherepnin & Artaud

    Jerome Rothenberg
    23 Feb 2015 | 5:59 am
    Light Moves 1Mineral light and whale light,light of memory, light of the eye,memory’s eye, shaded amber lightcoating the page, frettedlight of anarchy, flare of bent time, firelight and first light,lake light and forest light,arcing harbor light,spirit light and light of the blaze, enveloping blaze,century’s fading light,light of cello, voice, drum,figures billowing along horizon, aligned, outlined.Light Moves 2Bright light of sleep, itsshortness of breath, itsthousand sexual suns, curvedand fretted light, lies of that light,dark, inner light, itswhispered words:Now beyond, now below,this…
  • Outside & Subterranean Poetry (64): Ludwig Wittgenstein, “Philosophy As Poetry” or “Thinking While Talking”

    Jerome Rothenberg
    18 Feb 2015 | 6:15 am
     [The following is yet another excerpt from Barbaric Vast & Wild: A Gathering of Outside & Subterranean Poetry from Origins to Present, edited with commentaries by myself & John Bloomberg-Rissman, and published by Black Widow Press as the fifth volume of Poems for the Millennium.  Earlier excerpts have been posted on Poems and Poetics over the last several years, referring to the work as “a mini-anthology in progress,” but the completed work will now appear as a 450 page assemblage to join the other volumes in the Poems for the Millennium series. …
  • Ed Friedman: Four New Poems (“Ideal Boy”) from Two Towns

    Jerome Rothenberg
    15 Feb 2015 | 5:50 am
    Good Habits The ideal boygets up early.Light is dim outside,not so bright inside either.Salutes parentsbare feet knees together,proud posture with no sassy upturns.Goes for morning walk.Does not wander from path.Until sun has fully risenit’s hard to avoid ditches andfast-moving wild predators.Brushes up the teeth.Special red chili pepper toothpastenot recommended.Bathes daily.Wears underwear in shower ifswimming trunks not available.Praysto local deities and major godheads.Takes meals on time.Hand to mouth,no metal utensils.Helps othersto second helpings.Crossing busy access…
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    Wild Horses Of Fire

  • Destroy, She Said (3/7 @ The Boiler)

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

    Thom Donovan
    15 Feb 2015 | 8:51 pm
    Where is the wind wanderingIs it weeping whereSwallows be I also swoon For sweet seconds For secondness itselfWondering what have you tookWhat surfeit of waves of soundWhat whitening song crestWhat slowed breathing Was sound to a moleWeak switchboards of who we wereHow we sweated extensionAnd were sometimes the sweeter forThe between of thingsThat quip and persuadeShimmying my windowsWilding a soul’s haloed elopementsSeeing to it that I get swept up Sluiced by swell weaveBy unseen shibboleths swift map weather Until every world be ceasedUntil we be watery wastes Wrecked on salvages by no…
  • The Poetics of Disability (syllabus)

    Thom Donovan
    4 Feb 2015 | 3:39 pm
    The Poetics of Disability“We have not yet determined what a body can do.”—Baruch Spinoza“My body is the problem.”—Amber DiPietra                        Course DescriptionThe 17th Century Dutch Philosopher, Baruch Spinoza, wrote that “we have not yet determined what a body can do,” thus foreshadowing many of the problems of modern scientific and medical discourse. I would like to take his comment in an affirmative sense, in the spirit of the philosophers Gilles…
  • David Brazil Feature at ON PDF Archive series

    Thom Donovan
    1 Feb 2015 | 2:36 pm
    ON Contemporary Practice just posted two new essays by Stephen Novotny and C.J. Martin, both on David Brazil.
  • The Club

    Thom Donovan
    28 Jan 2015 | 12:49 pm
    Like in the clubI must imagine All the peopleWaving their armsIn the airBut without arms Without even an idea Of what the body is
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    Sad Poems

  • Peripheral Gravity

    3 Mar 2015 | 8:53 pm
    choices smother us. in the temporary utopia of if. and we are want to drown. all crimped and complicit to the conceit of commitment. and the strays it nutures with its scraps. she's an hysterical oblivion. rich with neccesity. pale with excess. resolving to more fraction. explicit to dwindling pieces. discarding her skin a touch at a time. shameless bones lost in a funeral of flesh. rubber bands and broken pencils her only audience. geniuses and skeptics her dwindling friends. the variants still unresolved. time's bloody knuckles still pounding on the bald trenches between sex and vomit. she…
  • Dark Matter

    1 Mar 2015 | 9:18 pm
    listen to the dead. their words precede us. fractions of when overlooked among chapters of how. trust the hopeless. they have no reason to deceive. petulant buoys adrift  in the gap between lost and found. the bursting lenses. obstinate matadors spoiling the horns. eyes struggle to see, but continue to fail. her victims. all wet ink and wrinkled pages. inspiration's hungry theives. sexuality's appealing vultures. the wet blade. the sharp of the paragraph's edge. all her silly monsters. counting their ropes. just the remaining colors. some awkward metaphor. all devils without their horns.
  • Tracing the Fox

    25 Feb 2015 | 9:46 pm
    she watched the world end. another tired rerun in an endless series of repetitions. it went with neither a whimper nor a bang. it was simply static. the crackle of feedback. indifferent photons coupling and parting in a world without time. how could they ever understand. these obstuse particles that stubbornly cling to the angles of failing mathematics. the hysterical numbers of bones. a chaotic division. the pollination of when. cardboard skeletons trying on the flood. weak, torn, but not broken.  each moment a contract. every breath a promise. the road swallows  each footstep.
  • Wet Fingers in a Blizzard

    17 Feb 2015 | 9:38 pm
    wrinkles in the memories. stray dogs in sealed envelopes. the concept of eternity. more snowflakes than glass. perfumed icicles and the perjury of loss. gravity listens often, but seldom speaks. we are all alone when we are fallingdamaged skeletons. worn by reality's obtuse waterfall. fractions compose. the caterpillar dominates the leaf. truth.  the adjective chases the noun. linear villains struggle against the whims of planar time. the chaos of five dimension simmers. bubbles over into the sixth. we are fundamentally creatures of how. destroyed by the base logic that initially gave us…
  • Fractions Considered

    13 Feb 2015 | 9:00 pm
    every breath is a betrayal. her embrace. all its fragile monsters. like unsweetened chocolate and forgotten bee stings. casual gods. carving paradise from stale coffee and cigarette butts. we are an abundance of spaces. with no way inside them. we are a dry cough on the lips of eternity. no cure. only the sharp salinity of collapsing silence. the choke of time. all used condoms and barking dogs. the pot constantly simmers, but rarely comes to a boil. she bargains with the soldiers. though she knows the war doesn't belong to them. she marks the path. though she's certain it leads nowhere. it's…
 
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    anachronizms

  • mmcccxxxv

    28 Feb 2015 | 6:17 pm
    This week, Otto and I went to the Herbst Theater to hear the Baroque PhilharmonicOrchestra perform aselection in honor ofMozart’s 250th birth-day.  It was really alovely event.  Greatmusic – the entireconcert – absolutelyperfect.  I never loseinterest in the music.
  • mmcccxxxiv

    27 Feb 2015 | 11:39 pm
    I’m free to do what I want.                           —Tim DlugosThe silence beckons (and not in a good way).Snow on lips obscuredby fire.  A present-daybohemian is just no good.The times are doomed.I am doomed.  Clearly,I am on the brink ofutter destruction.Should I milk thismoment for every-thing I’m worth?“That’d just be crazy!” thought the dairy farmer.
  • mmcccxxxiii

    26 Feb 2015 | 7:21 pm
    I’m a vampire of other people’s emotions.                                                    —Tim DlugosOtto is getting hiseyes examinednext door.  He cannever see what is(clearly) right infront of him.  Orelse he forgot itwas there.  Or it’sjust a bother totry....       I’m atthe…
  • mmcccxxxii

    25 Feb 2015 | 10:38 pm
    Luck is the quality that the third rate give to the genuinely       talented.                                                             —Tim DlugosIsn’t this horrible?What a mess I am!Calling him everyname in the bookuntil my fingertipsbleed.  How do I getso wrapped upin the act ofout the door?(Visualizeliterally walk-ing out of a door.)My mind is a pile ofdirty wet rags.  Myego is severely…
  • mmcccxxxi

    24 Feb 2015 | 9:12 pm
    Videoconference with AustraliaLast night’s workout with Curran was slimbecause my foot hasbeen hurting – it doesn’t feel so bad today.  I presume that riding a fake bicycle was just the right thing to do.
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    As/Is

  • Keats: Prosody: Grecian Urn

    Adam Fieled
    3 Mar 2015 | 10:42 am
    Among the Odes, Grecian Urn is rather famous for its interrogations of an inanimate object, a work of art, as though it was a sentient being, or a kind of sentience inhered in it. In Grecian Urn, we get, indeed, two sets of interrogations: into a generalized “what” (“what mad pursuit?/ “what struggle to escape?”), and into a generalized “who” (“Who are these coming to the sacrifice?”). An
  • Canyons Lined In Blue Waters

    Adam Fieled
    3 Mar 2015 | 9:35 am
    Canyons Lined In Blue Waters, four brief collections of Apparition Poems, has hit 175 downloads on IA and is now also on Open Library.
  • App 1300

    Adam Fieled
    2 Mar 2015 | 11:35 am
    #1300 On the trip I had one mind, everyone else had twelve or more, I maintained weight, sat around doing nothing as I wandered a baffling universe of locked-in zeros spinning all around the two talismans that gave the apartment its currents, Jimmy the Face, Martha the Mask, and they slayed all my enemies, countless piles of shit, while fame gave me bark to shave off and I complained of
  • Excavation and Recuperation: Open Library

    Adam Fieled
    2 Mar 2015 | 9:27 am
    In 2010, Desmond Swords wrote a brief, incisive piece on Apparition Poems which was permanently preserved on a UK List-Serve. Excavation and Recuperation, which explores this piece, has now passed 200 downloads on IA and so I have placed it, also, on Open Library. Many thanks again to Mr. Swords. 
  • Apparition Poem #1484

    Adam Fieled
    1 Mar 2015 | 10:52 am
    #1484 She drowns days in bourbon, nests in bars plucking feathers from her rear end, shitting on ugly girls beneath her— I hover, also, listen to her hum, as it rises over the din, and like a coward keep it to myself as I pass into sunset, back to my own nest, seeds scattered on bed.
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    Chicano Poet

  • 1 Mar 2015 | 6:04 pm

    1 Mar 2015 | 6:04 pm
    Bread And FireShe offeredbread and fireto his mouthshe kept her secretfrom herselfthe book of lovehidden in a treeits pages ever clearshe gave himher bent and torn lipsin the windtheir tastenourished himagainst the common foldhe beckoned her hairand her nakednessto fill his mindfrom withinhe clungto the beads of her chestto keepfrom falling in love
  • 27 Feb 2015 | 6:29 pm

    27 Feb 2015 | 6:29 pm
    The Cardenas BrothersGod must knowthat when the Cardenas brothersare no more,that he will pay dearlyfor such an atrocity,because who will poke funof the weaknessesof relatives,their friends, their acquaintances,who will poke funof the frail,the infirm, the invalidsit is with great humor(mean humor, of course)that they livedtheir lives to the maxbut they surehad theirhearts of gold—even if it was just fool’s gold“God brought it on himself!”the Cardenas brothers will say,wherever the hellthey may be
  • 24 Feb 2015 | 4:28 pm

    24 Feb 2015 | 4:28 pm
    The Blue ShortsIn your blue shortsyou wrap miceupstairswhile your twin sistersails pantiesacross the room like frisbeesoutsidethe parking lotfeels for your thighsputs itsasphalt handson your shortsits black handsmoist with fogwhile I sitin the company vanand removea sinful nickelfrom thesteering wheelthe mice strugglebut will be deliveredone eyeone tail neatly packedwhile your scaredy-cat Godruns up your blue shorts
  • 23 Feb 2015 | 6:12 pm

    23 Feb 2015 | 6:12 pm
    The RattleThe stonewhich rattles in my heartfor herand for her kindhits on my faceby whatevergood or evilnot of my creationyet tastes so sweetto my sensesmy heart's poundingcan not still the stoneand with thisI must live forever
  • 19 Feb 2015 | 4:05 pm

    19 Feb 2015 | 4:05 pm
    Mr. & Miss DesireAs the days draw nearwhen I shall hold you in my armsagainst your willand against my own wishesyou will cuddle against me excitedly(there's that word again)the confused thoughtsthat go through your mindhave their own desiresand fulfill themnot taking you or meinto account at all
 
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  • broken like that venus

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

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

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

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

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

  • dark river

    22 Feb 2015 | 3:12 pm
    our feet tucked in socks and winter boots slipping on rocks algae covered and eroded the smooth surfaces, no edges, left nothing to grab but each other as we clumsily crossed the dark river from one galaxy, snow covered and bare to the one we will conquer and warm with the blood of our foes.    [inspired by the dark river]
  • 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
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    this is all your fault

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    13 Feb 2015 | 10:29 pm
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    Silliman's Blog

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    1 Mar 2015 | 9:00 pm
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    The Best American Poetry

  • Malinda Markham: Felt Intelligence, Compassionate Interiority

    Mari L'Esperance
    3 Mar 2015 | 11:59 pm
    American poet Malinda Markham was just 44 years old when she died in September 2012. I didn’t know Malinda intimately, but she and her intense, quiet poems made a deep impression on me. Possessing a singular voice and style, she struggled with debilitating depression for much of her life. We can only wonder what she’d have gone on to create had she lived. Malinda was not one to self-promote, but those who knew her work championed it. “A breathtaking debut, Malinda Markham’s poems bring with them an exquisite poise and restrained—yet sensual—elegance that is truly remarkable,”…
  • Our Father in the Wind: Remembering Philip Levine [by Mari L'Esperance]

    Mari L'Esperance
    3 Mar 2015 | 5:42 am
    photo by Geoffrey Berliner A little more than two weeks after his death on Valentine’s Day from pancreatic cancer, I am still acclimating to the reality of a world without Phil Levine. In my exchanges with some of Phil’s friends and former students, for the most part we seem to agree: Phil still feels very much alive among us. This is the strange and mysterious work of grief as it makes its way through us—tricks of the mind played by denial and disbelief. I’m not one for linear stages, for I believe grief has its own circuitous path and affects each of us in different ways. My own…
  • One Must Have a Mind of Spring

    Mari L'Esperance
    2 Mar 2015 | 11:46 pm
    The season of renewal has begun to arrive here in our corner of Southern California. If you’re not from SoCal, you might be one of many who think we don’t have spring—or any “real” seasons, for that matter. I can tell you that we most certainly do. Since returning to this part of the world over two years ago, I’ve learned to appreciate the subtleties of seasonal emergence and transformation. If one pays attention, the signs are everywhere. The air is softer and the light takes on a different cas...
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    The Best American Poetry
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  • This Monday at KGB: Billy Collins + George Green

    jdeming
    1 Mar 2015 | 4:06 pm
    KGB Monday Night Poetry is pleased to present... Billy Collins & George Green Monday, March 2nd, 2015 Hosted by John Deming and Matthew Yeager Series founded in 1997 by David Lehman and Star Black Doors open at 7:00 pm Reading starts at 7:30pm Admission is FREE www.KgbBar.com 85 East 4th Street * New York, NY Billy Collins was born in New York City on March 22, 1941. He is the author of several books of poetry, including Aimless Love: New and Selected Poems (Random House, 2013), Horoscopes for the Dead: Poems (Random House, 2012); Ballistics: Poems (2008); She Was Just Seventeen (2006);…
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    Harriet: The Blog

  • There’s No Godot: Douglas Messerli on Beckett’s Poetry

    Harriet Staff
    3 Mar 2015 | 12:00 pm
    At Hyperallergic, Douglas Messerli gives a second glance to The Collected Poems of Samuel Beckett: a relatively new and sleek, 500-page block that invites readers to explore Beckett’s other literary material: his poetry. In contrast to Paul Muldoon’s recent assessment, Messerli finds Beckett’s poetry quite nice actually. From Hyperallergic: Confronting the new volume of The Collected Poems of Samuel Beckett of nearly 500 pages in length (actually, only about half the book contains poems, the other half being devoted to “Commentary” “Appendix,” “Bibliography,” and…
  • Against Freedom, Against Censorship, Against Experiment, Against Tradition, Against Witness, Against The Self: Against American Poetry

    Laura Kasischke
    3 Mar 2015 | 10:30 am
    [Note: Each month we feature a guest post from a contributor to Poetry’s current issue. Laura Kasischke’s “Two Men & a Truck” and “The Wall” appear in the March 2015 issue. Previous posts in this series can be found on the Editors’ Blog.] Obviously, I’m not going to argue against any of these things in a blog post. To do so would be pointlessly self-defeating (as opposed to self-defeating with a purpose, which I’ll save for another time); however, I am going to argue that everything we’ve supposed about where we were headed, ought to be headed, ought not to be headed…
  • Congratulations Kamau Brathwaite: Winner of the Poetry Society of America’s 2015 Frost Medal!

    Harriet Staff
    3 Mar 2015 | 9:00 am
    Yesterday, The Poetry Society of America announced that Kamau Brathwaite is recipient of this year’s Frost Medal. PSA’s Frost Medal is its the greatest honor: “presented annually for distinguished lifetime achievement in poetry.” Born in 1930 in Barbados, today, Brathwaite is a leading voice in Caribbean literature. From The Poetry Society of America: The Poetry Society of America is honored to announce that Kamau Brathwaite is the 2015 recipient of the organization’s highest award, the Frost Medal, presented annually for distinguished lifetime achievement in…
  • Meanish Advice From a Former MFA Professor

    Harriet Staff
    3 Mar 2015 | 7:35 am
    Writer Ryan Boudinot has penned a piece for The Stranger on MFA programs–not your average surmise, but a frank one: “I recently left a teaching position in a master of fine arts creative-writing program. I had a handful of students whose work changed my life. The vast majority of my students were hardworking, thoughtful people devoted to improving their craft despite having nothing interesting to express and no interesting way to express it.” Boudinot states that he learned well from this experience. Here’s hoping: If you aren’t a serious reader, don’t…
  • Remembering Judith Kitchen (1941-2014)

    Harriet Staff
    3 Mar 2015 | 6:00 am
    “Frequent” would be an understatement for Georgia Review contributor, Judith Kitchen, who penned some 50 essay-reviews beginning in the 1980s. The Georgia Review remembers Kitchen this month as it prints her last essay, “Da Capo Al Coda,” a review of The Dead Eat Every Thing by Michael Mlekoday, Landscape with Plywood Silhouettes by Kerrin McCadden, Twine by David Koehn, Watershed by Laura Donnelly, and Keeper by Kasey Jueds. Here’s the start, from the Georgia Review: From the beginning, I knew there could be trouble: a box of cheeky new books on my doorstep, all…
 
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  • Smoke Plumes

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

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

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

    dc
    26 Jan 2015 | 3:16 pm
    We caught them braying, But they weren’t donkeys, Or horses or ponies or mules, No, They were the chosen ones, The elected, And we tried to play along; Instead of riding them, We fed them, And instead of saddling them up, We stroked them and whispered Sweet nothings and old folk songs, We told them everything Was going to be okay, We reassured them, Built up their confidence And patted their rumps, We never fenced them in fields, We let them run free. I digress. We caught them braying And it sounded Like death’s angry corpse Rattling and plotting revenge, A huge rage of neighing, A…
  • 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.
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  • The Knowledge Now Available to Pre-Order

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

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

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

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

    Robert Peake
    31 Jan 2015 | 7:08 am
    “Poetry must be as new as foam, and as old as the rock” -Emerson Dichotomies are often false but useful. Contemplating the similarities and differences between British and American poetry, having steeped myself in both for some time now, I have been slicing my experiences as a reader along two axes: innovation and craft. Ancestors to the word “craft” come from Germanic languages and originally had to do with “strength, force, power, virtue”, making the transition to mean skill in art or occupation exclusively in English. To “innovate” comes from…
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  • The Radical Feminist, Afghanistan’s Sara Bahayi

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

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

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

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

    Sarah Jakubowski
    31 Jan 2015 | 6:33 pm
    Sarah Joanne Jakubowski, Contributing Journalist Last Modified: 13:20 p.m. DST, 01 February 2015 YEMEN – ISIS has infiltrated Yemen, a country already flooded with terrorist groups. The Syria-based terror group, known for its extreme brutality and shockingly successful recruitment of outsiders, has gained a tentative foothold alongside the Al Qaeda forces already present. Al Qaeda […]
 
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  • Confession Tuesday

    January
    24 Feb 2015 | 7:46 pm
    Jiminy Cricket it’s cold! (Cold weather brings out the unused clichés in me.)Negative 6 degrees, that was this morning's temp. Can you believe it? I can’t. While we’ve had maybe a two-day reprieve from snowy weather, an arctic blast has taken over like Elsa from Frozen. And tonight, more snow in the forecast. Shouldn’t be more than 6”, but at this point, any additional precipitation brings tears to my eyes. ****Last night, I read at Trident Books in Boston with Brian Simoneau and Jill McDonough. It was a cold, cold night, which made for a small crowd. But it was so much fun reading…
  • Confession Tuesday

    January
    17 Feb 2015 | 8:30 pm
    I'm not even sure what to confess this week.A few weeks ago, my uncle--my only uncle, which makes him my favorite uncle, passed away. I wasn't able to go home for the funeral, but he's been on my mind and I know he's in a better place.Also, this past weekend Phil Levine, my thesis adviser at NYU and a featured headliner at the 2014 Massachusetts Poetry Festival, passed away. All of that packed into this harsh winter we're having, and it's just been a lot packed into a few weeks.****Over the years, I've known a few poets who have been more than influences on me, they have been touchstones.
  • Phil Levine

    January
    17 Feb 2015 | 11:57 am
    This is an essay I wrote for the book, Coming Close: Forty Essays on Philip Levine, edited by Mari L'Esperance and Tomás Q. Morín (Prairie Lights Books, 2012).So EnoughIn 1996, I was about to start my second year of study in the graduate creative writing program at New York University. Sharon Olds and Galway Kinnell were my professors, and when I told Galway I wanted to work with Phil Levine as my thesis advisor, he looked at me with the straightest face possible and said, “Well, he’s not as crass as he used to be.”Crass? Really? My first thought was, “I thought you two were…
  • Overwhelmed

    January
    16 Feb 2015 | 11:32 am
    UNCLE! I give up. We have an overwhelming amount of snow on the ground. Usually, our snowfall ranges 25-30 inches in a season, not 70 inches in three weeks. Yesterday's blizzard (Yes, blizzard. the second in two weeks) brought our area a fresh 16 inches. It's really hard to tell with the blowing snow swirling it back into the air. All those clips with Massachusetts in the news, they're true. Not hype. And yes, we will get through this, but there are people out there who have lost days of work, lost wages, lost money for struggling businesses. And what happens…
  • Confession Tuesday

    January
    10 Feb 2015 | 8:30 pm
    Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god I hate snow. I mean, we’re in a weather pattern where it snows every other day. Some days it’s flurries, others call for school closings and days off from work. I have a snowblower but my back aches because I have to shovel—you must shovel. The mounds are too big so the snow topples over. There’s too much of it with nowhere to put it.And let me tell you what snow does the psyche: it buries it. I don’t have space in my little brain for anything else. All I see is white. I can’t shake the feeling of claustrophobia. The driveway mounds are…
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  • Read for Fun—It’s Time to Put the Love Back In

    L. L. Barkat
    3 Mar 2015 | 11:05 am
    I clearly remember my first year out of college—that is, in relation to books. I’d become an English major quite late (can you say, last semester?) and I’d had to read nonstop to graduate on time. Add to this a constant diet of titles I’d consumed to tackle my English GRE’s and I was completely spent. I wasn’t sure I’d ever read a book again. In fact, I did not read (maybe not even the sides of cereal boxes) for at least a full year after graduation. Where had my love of reading gone? In today’s education system, I believe we’re at risk of…
  • Poets and Poems: Willie Perdomo and Saeed Jones

    Glynn Young
    3 Mar 2015 | 1:00 am
    The five finalists for the National Book Critics Circle Award for poetry are, on the face of it, an eclectic group of poetry collections. And perhaps more than just on the face of it. Published posthumously, Abide by Jake Adam York is a continuation of the poet’s project to memorialize the 126 people who died in the civil rights struggle between 1954 and 1968. Christian Wiman’s Once in the West has no title poem, instead, the book’s title is a recurring theme throughout  the poems. The next two finalists in our discussion series continue the eclectic characterization. Willie Perdomo…
  • Air, Breath, Wind Playlist & Prompt

    Heather Eure
    2 Mar 2015 | 4:00 am
    From In the Air Tonight to Just Breathe, this month’s playlist is a whirlwind assortment of classic songs and new-found favorites. Let the wind blow in your hair, crank up the volume, and whisk yourself away with some new jams. It’s time to ride like the wind. Thanks to everyone who participated in last week’s poetry prompt. Here is a poem from Richard we enjoyed: The shine was lopsome and hepsolee, when dared strolled fair Rasannia within the bost of Wimpersee, where sythen wrot the freckful Snee. Rasannia, Rasannia the sible ron—Hyyah! Both fittle lok and briggen lok ner…
  • The Poet is In: Ask Us Anything About Poetry

    L. L. Barkat
    27 Feb 2015 | 4:00 am
    In a recent survey for Tweetspeak Poetry (please take our main survey if you haven’t yet; we’re listening), one reader suggested we create a place for you to ask us anything about poetry. So we did. Now, we certainly don’t claim to have all the answers. But we’re happy to use our collective experience as award-winning poets and reviewers to answer your questions, or at least point you in the direction of getting your questions answered through another excellent resource. If we find that a particular question stirs so much interest in our discussion today that it…
  • Twitter Poems: Top Ten Poetic Tweets

    LW Lindquist
    26 Feb 2015 | 4:00 am
    We spend a lot of time on Twitter. (We’re Tweetspeak Poetry, after all.) In fact, we figure we read thousands of tweets every month. One of the things poetry and Twitter have in common (when done well) is an economy of words. When we see good Twitter poems, we stop and take notice. 1. New snow covers old as I ponder begonias or hostas for spring. #haiku #micropoetry — Jennifer Jay (@AFadedGinger) February 26, 2015 2. Unpublished poet starts counting Microsoft Word as a publication. — News for Poets (@PoBizNews) February 17, 2015 3. You say dangerous Precipitation. I say A rain of…
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  • Why The Salmon Rode The Motorcycle

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

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

    cottonbombs
    21 Feb 2015 | 7:34 pm
    Karma is science why must we fight this? Do unto others as you would have them do unto you the Golden Rule read your holy books they all say the same and even if you don’t know the meaning of dharma you do the universe is not trying to trick you truth lies before you and it’s not lying just you do.
  • My Peter Pan Complex

    cottonbombs
    17 Feb 2015 | 9:14 pm
    I have a Peter Pan complex cause my name is Peter and I hang out with ferries I’m forty at least that’s what my birth certificate laughs at me and my back after shoveling snow but I still have a favorite color and a favorite baseball player and a favorite show and a favorite waste of time and I find growing up is such a waste of time losing the genius of childhood which has unfortunately become my hobby cause I practice it more than being a boy so now my genius plays coy pretending to be an idiot and I pretend I can’t see it while playing peek-a-boo with my age.
  • Does Time Count On You?

    cottonbombs
    31 Jan 2015 | 10:04 pm
    The sun constantly rises as it always sets in a sky as wide as the side of this ocean you’re standing at and if you could fly as fast as the sun you would never see the stars just one big mean old celestial body cause the sun is the single star that burns you no constellation not even the arrow of Apollo can scorch you night cloaks you makes you stronger than the cyclopes to the attack of these heavenly bodies the violence of their supernovas dulled by darkness the light of God.
 
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    My Thoughts, Verse, Music & Words

  • The Curse of the Millennial Generation - instant gratification and endless procrastination

    waqas.rabbani
    25 Feb 2015 | 11:40 pm
    Being a freelancer, i experience having both the gift of time on one hand, and on the other i experience mind exhausting busyness and engagement in my activities.These endless cycles of work and rest however eventually start weighing down on me, like a physical weight, bearing down on my shoulders and holding my head down , it feels like iron bands wrapped around my temples, stifling creativity and capacity for ingenuity when i need it the most. I don't know why i succumb to procrastination so often, i don't know how many of you out there reading this post will be able to connect with that…
  • Binge Watching Rhett and Link on Good Mythical Morning

    waqas.rabbani
    24 Feb 2015 | 7:19 am
    So, there are tons of things that i sink my time into on a daily basis, it could be anything from random articles and documentaries, to books or comics that friends have referred to me or entire seasons of shows.I am one of those millennials who has to totally binge out on all episodes of a season that my friends recommend to me in a single weekend locked away in my room eating snacks in bed torrenting 3 episodes while i watch one episode, the problem with this method is that there are very few shows that are really worth watching these days, most don't appeal to me, shows that have a passing…
  • Reflections on Consciousness and Reality

    waqas.rabbani
    24 Feb 2015 | 7:05 am
    It is sometimes fascinating to observe to what lengths nature has gone to, to sustain the construct of consciousness in all it's forms, if i were to say that stars love to think and look at themselves perhaps i wouldn't be wrong, the wolf of today that howls at the moon was the carbon atom of yesterday born inside a dying star after all.All of the activities we perform are primarily to sustain our consciousness and for the propagation of our genetic code, it is the defining prerogative of all life, to continue to live and propagate, but on the other hand if i look at this system critically, i…
  • A Measure of Regret

    waqas.rabbani
    25 Mar 2014 | 3:59 am
    i have a lot of things that i regret in my life, like if i look at the life i am living now i regret not making things better for myself, for not looking after myself the way i should, for letting myself go, for abusing my body and soul and mind with dulness and sloth. but i guess when i look around me i am not the only one stuck in this cycle of self nihilistic behavior, there are others who indulge in the same routine as me and go through the same things i go through. the worst thing that really kills me is knowing that i can do so much, that i can do so many things if i apply myself, but…
  • What i've learned so far

    waqas.rabbani
    30 Oct 2013 | 7:21 am
    So it's been a long time since I came back here, I just came here for the nostalgia of it, I remember back when I started this Blog I never knew how far I'd go in the web world, i never had any idea how long it will take for me to achieve some sort of milestone i can be proud of or that if I would even Succeed in this line of work, since God know I had never planned in my life to become a web developer / graphics guy.A year on down the road and a few dozen delivered projects later I realized this is what I should have been doing all along.I've had a lot of people come up to me in this last…
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    Hijaabi in the Rain

  • shame

    26 Feb 2015 | 2:07 pm
    Shame is where the poem ends emptyIn my time of need , God covered meWhen I left all honour behind, God covered meShame is the shrouds beneath which only God seesShame is a stagnancy , a rottingShame is left lying stillMy eloquent tongue and black heartMy poem ending empty
  • intermittent

    26 Feb 2015 | 1:45 pm
    I teach myself lessons I once taughtClosed doors and epiphanies when apologiesToo late , always too lateMaybe goodness will be dispersedLike flickered light in the peripheryLike something you felt once it was goneNowadays I am heavy with justificationsSuch that my heart won't give wayLet me explain what its like in the limboBetween hypocrisy and disbeliefBetween too much and too littleInside the silence of all the things I ought to sayI'm so sorry
  • 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…
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    Dark Matter

  • Shark

    Tony Brown
    2 Mar 2015 | 5:30 am
    New poem. to simply survive today is to accept paradox, is to accept without question how chewed up one must become in order to be untroubled by our world  from birth to death. to begin to do more than that  is to open a shark’s mouth and peer inside   at those teeth, that stench, all those mesmerizing details that will try to seize and hold you fast long before  those jaws finally close upon you. to awaken and be fully alive is to slash and thrash against tooth and claw and  seizure and capture with all you have, refusing to surrender to such an appetite until, bloody and wounded…
  • To Love My War

    Tony Brown
    1 Mar 2015 | 10:19 am
    Originally posted 12/12/2011. Warcan make my bloodsing a little. I know myselfand the animal somewherewithin. If I pet it the right rough waynow and then,it stays quiet  — mostly. I’m at peace with my bloodsong.I do not deem it necessaryto pretend I cannot hear it, and I do not denythat war is a part of me.It has settled on my hands as tightly as skin,snuggled cozily in my mouth, and my bloodbursts scarlet from my woundsas if it were the chorus of a grand opera, glorying as much  in being shed as I do in my potential to shed it. Revile me for that as you will — I will…
  • Limousine

    Tony Brown
    27 Feb 2015 | 8:55 pm
    Originally posted 4/25/2010. According to my doctor I’ve become a limousine —  I carry passengers, and not necessarilyones I’d choose on my own. When first I heard I begged the doctor for a uniform or a very special hat. “I’m afraid not,” he said.“You aren’t the limousine driver,you are the limousine.” It was hard to accept at first that I was no longer a vehicle for my own journey but I’ve gotten used to it. It’s still a life most of the time. When the noise in the backgets to be too much,I raise the glass and forget it.
  • Conversation

    Tony Brown
    27 Feb 2015 | 5:30 pm
    Originally posted 6/20/2009. From the street,the dense chunk of a slammed car door. A hard, confident summons: “Hey pendejo –“ Two men speaking.I can’t hear the words. Then,the first big voice again – “You never know.When it comes,it comes.” After that, nothing more – no car door, no house door, no words. I turn off my lights,  climb into bed, waiting for something that never happens. Whenever it comes, it seems it won’t be tonight.
  • You!

    Tony Brown
    26 Feb 2015 | 4:43 pm
    Originally posted 10/18/2011. You! You tower of smart dirt,  intelligent water, column of excited minerals, whirling storm of atoms, chattering prophecy of the pure light hidden in the darkest crevices —  how is it possible that all you want to talk about is stopping the end of the world? Get serious, you. This world is not going to end. Our species may shuffle off at some point, other species will fall with us, there will be suffering, it’s all a big mess —  all true, all of no consequence. Your atoms are going to keep talking.In a thousand yearsthey will come upon…
 
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    Heartful Whispers

  • 31/01/15. Unity.

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

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

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

    5 Sep 2014 | 2:49 am
  • 14/08/14. Connections.

    13 Aug 2014 | 5:23 pm
    Connections.They are reflections in my eyes:perception of disguise,of deception and white lies.I've been drawing these dot to dot lines all my life.They lead to nowhere in this world as they slowly cloud my mind.These connections;they are the bridges burning down.But I refuse to turn around;I will no longer accept the feeling of being alone within this crowd.I've been searching for the silencein this cacophony of sound.The path ahead is all I've dreamed of and at last it has been found.These connections.They are the threads I'm letting go.Though they once kept me strong,it is time…
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    Psalms and Psychoses

  • Images of Manila, Philippines

    Jeremiah Castelo
    21 Feb 2015 | 7:56 pm
    Photos of Manila and Puerta Galera, Philippines The post Images of Manila, Philippines appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
  • Dramatic Music Score – Demo Reel – The End of the Dream

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

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

  • YUGEN

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

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

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    19 Feb 2015 | 8:09 am
    Pandora is possibly themost mysterious of all charactersin the Greek mythology.Hephaestus, by the order of Zeuscreated Pandora out of earth and water.Sort of life evolvingin the Darwinian theory.Pandora was gifted by the gods.Aphrodite bestowed her beauty.Apollo gave her the musical abilities,Athena wrapped her with bestclothes and Hermes gave herthe power of speech. Pandorawas complete.Pandora was real and authentic.Zeus gifted Pandora a box.A box that could penetrate the realityof fear and love.For Zeus, it was a box to test humanity.Zeus told Pandora never to open it.But she couldn't not…
  • Imagination (Noun)

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    11 Feb 2015 | 8:46 pm
    Imagination lets us travel the elaborate vistas of space which consists of all astral matters and spirits. The universe is the great skeleton of man. We move with the conscious thrill and majesty of the cosmos, and all its mystery. And we are flung through time and space. We are throbbing consciously, if not unconsciously through the channels, veins and neurons of the eternal void. Our imagination lets us explore the incomprehensible elasticity and the whole. Imagination is the full-blown growth of the unknown and invisible into the realm of novelty and beauty. 
  • Death and its little shelter !

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    5 Feb 2015 | 10:34 pm
    You can paint yourself in the crinkled paperand plunge into the warmest touch of visual melody.You see, the fire is not always hot, its cold as-well. And sometimes snow bestows the warm hues of love. You never know, how things work in life. The mind corresponds with the heart which is in-itself a great challenge. A protrude irregularly creating the effect of stern straight line.Yet the mind is a breathing heart. Painting spontaneous sketches of little shelters. A void manipulating the singular landscape, and dancing a joyous dance. Creating…
 
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    DaPhunkeeProfessor.com

  • Producer's Notes: Building The Groovalottos Album Pt 5

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

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

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

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    6 Feb 2015 | 12:47 pm
    Variety Packs, like slates, always have one or two that don't suit your tastes...As a kid and even later as an adult, I never liked the Kellogg's Variety Packs of cereal. For one thing, they lied: the boxes made terrible cereal bowls and the milk always leaked out of the wax paper; and for another thing, they always had two or three cereals that I didn't like. The same is true for candidate slates in elections. There are six seats to fill and each one needs to be filled by the best possible candidates based on the judgment of the voters.Understand, I love all of the people running for tribal…
  • Producers Notes: Building The GROOVALOTTOS Album Pt. 4

    Mwalim Daphunkeeprofessor Peters
    29 Jan 2015 | 4:30 am
    Bob Yen engineering as Redbone thumps the grooveAlbums always take me a long time to produce. That is to say, I take my time producing them. I'm big on letting tracks season before I go back and adjust or overdub. Once I had the basic tracks on a CD, the CD lives in my car and I'll listen to it throughout the production process. First, I like to get a great take and build from there. As the production evolves the sound and feel might shift slightly, but the basic tracks are always the foundation.Eddie Ray's drum tracks are about as funky as you can get. After redoing my keyboards from…
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    Miklos Arany

  • So Much

    MA
    3 Mar 2015 | 8:34 pm
    Leafless trees silhouetted against a winter sunset, Crescent moon and single star burning overhead— So much beauty in the world and so hard to see. So much to love, and all the world out of reach. I used to dream of dreaming, but now there’s no Sleep or any thought but a midnight of monsters In the jungle dark, a trackless, hungry leasehold On reality beneath the world of love and beauty.
  • The Last Evening II

    MA
    1 Mar 2015 | 11:05 am
    The Last Evening II Ever night and the sounds of thunder — the red desert Moved like a heavy heartbeat all around us as you slept. I looked across the little gulf between us in the bedding, Watched you sleep, motionless and deep, and breathing. You were haunted as much as my reflection, trying to Raise the living from the dead, rekindle banked fires By escaping into the wild dark of dreaming on the run. Something beautiful, always between but out of reach. You woke and broke the image like a stone pitched on Into a frozen pond, walking half naked to the window And the light,…
  • Some Times

    MA
    28 Feb 2015 | 6:44 am
    Sometimes it’s easier to lose than win.Easier to let her go, easier to fall than fly.There’s no way back, no way to forgetWinter’s cold and lonely window onThe world after a Fall in which anotherIncarnation turned away, leaving youUnmoored and dismasted on a riverBoiling through a desert east of Eden.Wish them well, the living and the loved.They have homes and hopes, troubledMinds, places in the heart, warm hearths.Sometimes love just can’t quite reachYou, and some times last as long as life.
  • Waivers

    MA
    26 Feb 2015 | 11:55 pm
    You may strive to make love stone solidBut you’ll find you are alone, the breakwater beatenBy numb silence as the water dances away
  • 444: Poems from Two Centuries

    MA
    24 Feb 2015 | 8:51 am
 
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    Walking Is Still Honest

  • Heart’s Honest Kiss

    hrholt1986
    6 Feb 2015 | 8:00 am
    Poem 3. by Joseph Altamore [When We Made Love] when we made love I had copulated 
 before but hadn’t
 touched kissed stared held
 panicked inside wanted to vomit to cry
 terrible 
tears of fear
 anxiety I had never wanted to
 take our hearts rip them from our
 quivering chests dry them out 
in the torrid sun
 and pulverize them together
 our dust mingling 
 in the languid 
 breeze so that 
come oblivion we may be
 as one if only in a 
gasp of ether when we made love 
it was my 
first time —– Joseph Altamore is an emerging poet from Rockford,…
  • Soul’s Tainted Security

    hrholt1986
    5 Feb 2015 | 8:00 am
    Lascivious Grace by Curtis Whitecarroll 1 The art of growing up is teaching your skin to become a mask factory All the orifices stuffed with paper, tainted with vulgar poetry My transgression is to pretend a part of me is still innocent calling back to my own instinct, be as dead as a statue 2 Some nights, I am left in moods I thought I have left behind , guilty feelings over my wife mopping up the mess of my self-evisceration I remember as a child I would feel bad for standing outside obstructing sunlight from a boy shaped patch of grass now, in my mid-thirties, a part of me still has not…
  • The Turn of a Tryst

    hrholt1986
    4 Feb 2015 | 8:00 am
    A TRYST by Darius Stewart I tried to be a gigolo once, but neither of us knew why I thought I’d ever be good at it: I almost made a castrato of him when I went down on him, because it was my first time. When we passed each other beneath that barely luminous light, I knew he’d think I’d be spectacular— how we circled each other like secrets circulating amongst people who refuse the truth, needing, instead, to make up fictions. & I’ve never blamed him for sitting next to me, grimaced & slump-shouldered in the motel, in the well-lit savage part of the city listening to the…
  • Sparks Amidst Browning Frost

    hrholt1986
    3 Feb 2015 | 8:00 am
    “Nail beds nearing frost” by Franci Revel Here is the nail of my index crawling out the raggedy cuticle, topographic, manic, stagnant. It’s a not-so-final attempt at development, what with the slice of spark by spark of leaf through the puddle’s mirroring glaze. And nearby, the rabbits’ nails are chipped too, and caked with hurry and hectic, we bury stone eyes, stripped hair. Three hands lean, lazy on the wall only shifting to catch them, me by thumping, craggily clawed feet and toss us back into the browning grass blades. —– Franci Revel is a 19 year old…
  • The Industry of Smokey Living

    hrholt1986
    2 Feb 2015 | 8:00 am
    All that Wind by Ryan Hardgrove from my fire escape I can see spiraling towers of smoke pouring from Neville Island the hellish grey island in the Ohio River ancient smokestacks leftover somehow by the industrial rustbelt circus spew innumerable amounts of gas and particulates day in day out unknown flames burn through the night old candles that forgot to go out I cough on my dry cold cigarette and stub it out on the frozen brick on the couch its winter and I’m poor Eraserhead is on the screen with its industrial wind and incessant infantile screams she’s somewhere in the background seed…
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    Poetic Hope

  • The best of love

    3 Mar 2015 | 7:26 am
    I have seen many wonderfully blissful relationships turn into nothing. I have seen what started out as perfectly happy couples digress into bitter enemies. When I grew old enough to actually start trying to find my own bride I was determined to not see that same kind of thing in my home. I was told by many people that sometimes you just do not have a choice in the matter. To them I will borrow the words of my Savior and say "Get thee behind me, Satan" (Matthew 16:23). I do not care if what they say is absolutely true. I do not care if all of my efforts combined will yield nothing…
  • What stands in the way of you finding peace in life?

    1 Mar 2015 | 11:40 pm
    I very rarely publish a poem immediately. The only time I will is if the poem really strikes a chord with me or if it carries with it a feeling of desperately needing to be shared. This poem has both of those. Perhaps the feeling I have stems from the idea of what has happened with my relationship with my brother or perhaps the feeling is from just how powerful the poem is. At this point I really do not know. I generally need more time to process the full message that the poem is trying to convey before I really understand it. What I do know is that the poem contains a powerful message that…
  • Sometimes simple joys are the most powerful.

    28 Feb 2015 | 7:44 am
    I really do not know if this better describes my feelings or if it more properly catches my Angel Queen's feelings. Though I wrote it, and because of that I can relate to it, but the more I read it the more I see that this better captures my wife's feelings. I have actually been noticing that more and more in many things.In so many ways even my Angel Queen will say that I will often know her better than she knows herself. I think the opposite is true as well, but I do not know that one for sure yet. I do know this, if it is not true now then it will be true later. She will end up…
  • How Do You Compare Love?

    27 Feb 2015 | 7:27 am
    Yes love is a very unique thing. At least when they stop to think about it everybody realizes that, but we will still try to rate and compare love. We intrinsically will try to outdo those around us to love better than they do, to give the love of our lives more love than anyone else. Sometimes this quest takes obscure paths that result in frivolous gifts that have little to nothing to do with love, being given.Love is a hard thing to compare and is especially hard to create any kind of rating system which could be universally adopted to grade and rate the love that people have for another.
  • What is True Love?

    26 Feb 2015 | 7:14 am
    To truly love and respect your spouse you need to see beyond what the mirror shows. You will need to see beyond what they see, and even at times see beyond what their own parents see. You will need to see what God sees. To do that you will need to work very hard, but it is possible. You may very well have to work past personal limitations before you can see your spouse in the same light that God sees them, but when you get there the journey will be worth it.This poem contains a glimpse into what kind of things you will need to look past, in order to really grasp an idea of how God sees your…
 
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    A Blog By Rohan Bhardwaj

  • Are We All Selling?

    rohan bhardwaj
    2 Mar 2015 | 4:44 am
    Most of us are working for a boss in some company. Whenever someone asks you to go and get a sales job, you would often reply in negative. Selling things is something we don't like and it takes huge amount of desperation to go and take a job of selling.Remembered when a sales guy comes to your door, you go and quickly shut the door. You don't want to be that person, right?Of course there is selling through phones, face to face and in various stages, we tend to deny them as we don't wish to get involved in that.But, does this phobia help us or it works against us. Let's find…
  • A Poem On School

    rohan bhardwaj
    28 Feb 2015 | 2:04 am
    We have a very nostalgic feeling with our school, right? The time when we fear our teachers, be happy for every small test we passed and the endless fun at the playground.Sometimes fighting turned out nice and we become even closer friends.The big fat guy who tried to push us down, yet our network of friends who always stood by us. The pressure of doing homework fast so we can play for more time.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • I Love Love

    rohan bhardwaj
    26 Feb 2015 | 2:56 am
    Loving, liking someone is our great strength. Some love chocolates, life, opportunities. And I love love. Love is an amazing thing which can do almost anything.Be it a person who is loving his/her life or any material thing, I am in love with the passion he/her has. It is important for us to be kind at heart and let our feelings be a showcase for others.Do you love the fact that you are in love with the beautiful bond someone has with someone or something?Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • How To Reach Your Goals?

    rohan bhardwaj
    23 Feb 2015 | 6:40 am
    The end result is what we aim for we need it sweet. We put all our practice and time devoting to the outcome. But many times it turns out we are not reaching our goals. What is stopping us? Or how to improve ourselves to get better with ourselves.Definitely we do many mistakes along the way and tweaking our perspective and checkpoints can make a huge difference. Let us check how to get better with time.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • How To Be Better With Boss?

    rohan bhardwaj
    21 Feb 2015 | 12:23 pm
    Most of us work in an office where we have our boss. And the relationship soar for us, we try very hard to cope up and it seems our boss is against us. The funny thing is that he/she thinks the same. So what is going on here, we are seeing things with our own problems.Remember, every person is going through tough situations and we often act without understanding them. This often leads to many problems. Let us try to bring the two alien relationship close and fulfilling.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
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    Poetry Lobby

  • Spoken Word Poem | Different Times

    poetrylobby1
    25 Feb 2015 | 7:17 am
    Expections the same, In different times How we have failed to evolve, it blows my mind Somewere, a kid is being forced to go to college The explanation we’re given by our parents is, to get get a good job, you have to get the knowledge But what they don’t tell us is, there are college graduates working at Wal-Mart, McDonald’s & KFC We live in different times, is what we consistently, fail to see This is a monumental mistake, that has cost us dearly As the financial bubble were in, continues growing yearly When it burst, the harder it will send us crashing down Like a…
  • One Last Time | Poem

    poetrylobby1
    22 Feb 2015 | 7:05 pm
    I want to be with you, dont ask me why I want to hold your hand, under the starlight sky Trust me baby, just one last time I love you woman, thats the bottom line Take a leap of faith, as we watch the falling moon An aproaching apocalypse, we’ll soon be doomed War, lust, poverty, inflation, drugs, capitalism & greed One last time, can please have peace Take a trip, some place we’ve never seen Do all those things, we once could only dream So until our clocks have failed to wind Can you do these things with me, one last time Poetry Lobby Store:  Click Here
  • I’m Going On A Diet | Spoken Word Poem

    poetrylobby1
    20 Feb 2015 | 9:50 pm
    I’m going On A Diet Five words at the start of the year, people often say but never do We start, but but do we make it through Im going on a diet Not just physical, also a metaphorical one So I will be stopping the things, that should not be done No more late night snacks, or ice cream cones No more lying down next to my telephone I’m going on a diet Can’t stop now, I have to much to loose No more waking up and pressing snooze I’m counting my calories, while cutting back That means friends and family, who aren’t on the same level im at I’m going on a diet…
  • The Gateway Drug | Spoken Word Poem

    poetrylobby1
    18 Feb 2015 | 7:45 pm
    From  that moment I had my first experience I was hooked on poetry, something serious It’s the gateway drug, for your thoughts and expressions Knowing, in those times we fail, is when we learn life lessons Never be afraid, to take a chance To whatever music life plays, we have to dance Always be flexible, and maneuver quick Be prepared to jump, from a sinking ship Poetry, is the gateway drug that got me started I was destine to do this, before I departed Sometimes it gets away, but then I relapse Like a junkie with a needle, how I keep coming back My words may stagger, but I never slur…
  • Forever 21 | Spoken Word Poem

    poetrylobby1
    16 Feb 2015 | 10:07 am
    Forever 21 | Spoken Word Poem There isn’t an age more sought after than this Some would say forever twenty one,  is as good as it gets Children spend there childhood chasing this number While adults get plastic surgery, to try to look younger I guess forever twenty one is as good as it gets It’s an age all people are anxious to hit Why we cant stay this age forever, I really dont get it The one year that we do have, we’ll just have to live with I guess no forever twenty one, at least not in this Lifetime I’m just thinking out loud, these are thoughts in my lost mind…
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    Illusory Realm of Conceptual Poetry and Art

  • Unwittingly The Die Is Cast

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

    alex@smoljanovic.eu
    23 Feb 2015 | 2:50 pm
    Rednaxela Near Chinatown the king forsakes his golden crown but sword he takes In mid twilight the dragon wakes eager to fight and battle makes The dragon roars as flames creep higher dense cold rain pours quenching the fire with flaming eyes and heat glazed teeth he brings demise to those beneath dark leather wings sharp talons slash as lightning brings a brilliant flash A soldier swings his gleaming blade and stone he slings most unafraid The brazen king then does appear no sword to swing He hurls a spear he lacerates the armoured skin and devastates the life within The dragon fails to rise…
  • Golden Rust

    alex@smoljanovic.eu
    21 Feb 2015 | 5:12 am
    You share my life and in the end are still my wife and closest friend In retrospect I somehow knew it was correct to be with you You did accept to be my bride and are perfect close by my side I still respect and love you now and do expect we will somehow remain as one and not forget what we begun with no regret and in the end the golden rust will never bend or turn to dust   It has been exactly a week since I published my last poem I Love Her So on Valentine’s day. Poem and blog post number 49 is dedicated to the special person who became my wife a few years ago. We met on the…
  • I Love Her So

    alex@smoljanovic.eu
    13 Feb 2015 | 5:46 pm
    It is now February 14, 2015 at 2:47 AM. I would have preferred to be resting fast asleep at this time but put off writing a valentine poem for too long. Prior events and circumstances have made it necessary to stay up and write it late at night. I was also planning to create a new animated 3d heart for her but will have to do it at a later time. Although I wrote more than forty poems for my sweetheart, I doubt that any of them can convey how I truly feel about her. It seems I end up merely hinting about love and romance without showing all the underlying feelings. I hope to be able to explain…
  • Why I Am Here

    alex@smoljanovic.eu
    8 Feb 2015 | 8:04 am
    And once again I’m all alone To feel more pain I have not known And wonder why It has to be That though I try I cannot see an end to all the things gone bad that still befall and make me sad What did I do? I feel perplexed What will ensue and happen next? Yet though my mind will always know That I may find the truth will show That in the end it mattered not I did pretend that I had got An answer to the things unknown And still I knew I would condone but wonder why It has to be That though I try I’m blind to see why I am here   It is a beautiful Sunday afternoon here in southern…
 
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    Amazing World of Poetry

  • Sicknesses of society

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

    1 Mar 2015 | 9:18 am
    It is more difficultto break chains of mindthan shackles of body.This work by Igor Marinovsky is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
  • Stones of disappointment

    27 Feb 2015 | 3:25 am
     Stones of disappointment fall in the acidic sea of anger and fury.This work by Igor Marinovsky is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
  • Polar vibrations

    26 Feb 2015 | 5:18 am
     Polar vibrations of hatred and love are in the union of separation outside macrocosm of three-legged crow.This work by Igor Marinovsky is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
  • Marriage of moisture and air

    25 Feb 2015 | 12:42 am
      In the time of spring  moisture and air  were married  and awakened nature  in the dance of fertility.This work by Igor Marinovsky is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
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