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  • Writing with Integrity

    Robert Peake
    Robert Peake
    12 Jun 2015 | 4:52 pm
    What stories are ours to tell? The Atlantic’s response to a young white male poet contemplating hanging up his pen because of these categories in which he finds himself makes the fine point that guilt is never a good reason to stop making and sharing one’s art. Yet a fresh spate of plagiarism allegations in the poetry world, combined with the recent furore over racially transgressive conceptual poetry, has me contemplating authenticity, integrity, and the implications of what we write. I dig into all of this in a new article for HuffPost Books. For me personally, it comes down to…
  • Most People Would Rather Not

    Poem of the Day
    Poetry Foundation
    1 Aug 2015 | 11:00 pm
    by Hannah Gamble
  • You Are Not Christ

    Poem of the Day
    Poetry Foundation
    2 Aug 2015 | 11:00 pm
    By Rickey Laurentiis
  • Clive Palmer to headline Queensland Poetry Festival

    Poetry News
    2 Aug 2015 | 10:32 pm
    Clive Palmer will relive his days as a bard with a public reading of his youthful verse at the Queensland Poetry Festival later this month. The businessman and federal MP will headline the event alongside renowned poet Les Murray, Quan Yeomans from Regurgitator and Damian Cowell from cult heroes TISM.
  • Ogden Nash - A Portrait of the Artist as a Prematurely Old Man

    IndieFeed: Performance Poetry
    3 Aug 2015 | 12:00 am
    Ogden Nash on IndieFeed Performance Poetry.  Show number 1526.
 
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    Poetry News

  • Clive Palmer to headline Queensland Poetry Festival

    2 Aug 2015 | 10:32 pm
    Clive Palmer will relive his days as a bard with a public reading of his youthful verse at the Queensland Poetry Festival later this month. The businessman and federal MP will headline the event alongside renowned poet Les Murray, Quan Yeomans from Regurgitator and Damian Cowell from cult heroes TISM.
  • Spitters Open Mic Poetry At Cauley Square

    2 Aug 2015 | 7:27 pm
    PRLog - Aug. 2, 2015 - MIAMI -- A new happening, Spitters Open Mic Poetry , will take place at TC Gallery and Arts Center in Cauley Square next August 15, 2015 at 6:00 PM. The event is featuring Bird Tha Rebel as the main poet and will also count with the musical performances of Mr. Johnson and Anthony .
  • Grand slam, in poetry

    2 Aug 2015 | 3:17 pm
    Everyday words, contemporary topics from body image to breaking stereotypes and a teenage girl's thoughts on her future husband to homosexuality - a poetry slam hosted by a bunch of city students recently saw enthusiastic participation from budding poets. The Exclamation Point Poetry Slam, organised by Bros4Lyf and held at Ground Zero, was the brainchild of a small group of "chaotically organised school pass-outs looking to create something in the interim before college begins".
  • Annual Farnsworth Art Museum Poetry Reading August 7

    2 Aug 2015 | 1:12 pm
    The annual round-robin reading by poets from Kathleen Ellis' Farnsworth Art Museum two summer poetry workshops takes place Friday, August 7 at 1 p..m. at the museum's auditorium in Rockland. The popular event features midcoast poets Lois Anne Elizabeth Berkenbile, Sylvia de Leon, Ellen Goldsmith, Alice Haines, Eileen Hugo, Judy Kaber, Suzanna Lasker, Heidi Locke, Claire Millikin, Gayle Potnow, Wendy Rapaport, Jodi Paloni, Mark Raymond, and Katie Wilson.
  • Transient Truths in Fragile Focus: Geoffrey O'Brien's 'In a Mist'

    2 Aug 2015 | 9:03 am
    Geoffrey O'Brien - critic, columnist, essayist, editor-in-chief of The Library of America , and poet - is both a preservationist and an elegist, savoring what can be saved, acknowledging what will always be lost. This poetic mandate requires that O'Brien, a curator of shadows and vanishings, document the futility of incorporating the past into the present, other than as a diminished shadow, as afterglow, as echo.
 
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    Wade on Birmingham » Daily Haiku

  • annual assigned reading 3-day cram session

    Wade Kwon
    2 Aug 2015 | 10:00 pm
    IfIhurryI- canreadallmysummerbooks- beforeschoolstartsback. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • the longest con

    Wade Kwon
    1 Aug 2015 | 10:00 pm
    Living a robust perpetual denial about growing old. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • shuffle off this mortal coil? check.

    Wade Kwon
    31 Jul 2015 | 10:00 pm
    The to-do list will never be done. The good news is we’ll all be dead. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • the meltening

    Wade Kwon
    30 Jul 2015 | 10:00 pm
    The molecular structure of all things breaks down in this goddamn heat. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • the pizza accords

    Wade Kwon
    29 Jul 2015 | 10:00 pm
    First party agrees to extra cheese, while second party requests ham. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
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    Poems and Poetics

  • Simon Ortiz: “What Indians?” (complete)

    Jerome Rothenberg
    3 Aug 2015 | 6:08 am
      The Truth Is: "No kidding?" "No." "Come on! That can't be true!" "No kidding." "What Indians?" is my too-often unspoken response to people who ask "When do the Indians dance?" Like other colonized Indigenous peoples, cultures, and communities throughout the world, Native Americans have experienced and endured identities imposed on them by colonial powers, most of which originated in Europe. This imposition has resulted to a great extent -- more than we admit and realize -- in the loss of a sense of a centered human self and the weakening and loss of Indigenous cultural…
  • American Sign Language as a Medium for Poetry

    Jerome Rothenberg
    21 Jul 2015 | 5:54 am
     Peter Cook and Kenny Lerner of the Flying Words project performing ASL poetry (Jessica Munyon)for Joseph Castronovo & Edward S. Klima, in memoriam[The great breakthrough resulting from a new signing poetry in Deaf Culture has been to call into question a poetics in which orality & sounding are assumed to be the foundational bases of allpoetic expression. That revelation goes back three decades & more, recently & notably presented in Signing the Body Poetic: Essays on American Sign Language Literature, ed. by Dirksen L. Bauman, Jennifer L. Nelson, & Heidi M. Rose…
  • Robert Kelly, from I TAROCCHI NUOVI or, Major Arcana of the Sacred Ordinary

    Jerome Rothenberg
    14 Jul 2015 | 5:56 am
    photo by Jennifer MayPreface I presume to offer a glimpse of a new Tarot. The major arcana of the deck are ordinary things of this world, and the suits are not four but infinite, for there is no end to the counting numbers, and no end to the things they can count. This deck is prefigured in a story published half a century ago called “The Infinite Tarot,” where there was talk of the Ace of Sewing Machines and such like. There are no such racy conjectures in the present pack, of which after research and deliberation I offer to the world only the Major Arcana, the Trumps. Of course…
  • Technicians of the Sacred, Revised & Expanded: An Announcement & an Appeal

    Jerome Rothenberg
    30 Jun 2015 | 5:24 am
    [The following is an early announcement of a work now in progress: the latest expanded & revised edition of Technicians of the Sacred that the University of California Press will be publishing in 2017, almost in time for the fiftieth anniversary of the original publication in 1968.  As I launch into the work I’m posting my proposals for the book as an indication of what’s in store & in the hope, as with other assemblages of mine, that others will come forward with suggestions for materials relevant as texts & commentaries that fall along the lines of those in the earlier…
  • Ariel Resnikoff, with Jerome Rothenberg: From an Interview (continued), on Jews & Experimental Modernism, with Notes toward a Poetry of Witness & an Omnipoetics

    Jerome Rothenberg
    25 Jun 2015 | 5:03 am
    Jerome Rothenberg, from a production circa 1984 of "That Dada Strain" by Luke Morrison &  the Center for Theater Science & Research, San Diego & Lexington, NY[The following is a continuation of an interview, the first part of which appeared in Poems and Poetics on December 10, 2014.  The full interview, conducted by Resnikoff over a period of several months, was published later in The Wolf magazine, number 31, edited by James Byrne & Sandeep Parmar.]AR: I’m curious how the question of a Jewish entry into experimental modernism relates to your interest in…
 
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    Wild Horses Of Fire

  • Headless VII

    Thom Donovan
    11 Jul 2015 | 2:32 pm
    (Addendum)Or is it a marchNot for civil rightsBut of the socially deadCharged to singFor whose pleasureDoes the cagedWhat the phantomLimb weighsHow it sounds  The studiumOf their un-(re)dressedWounds?Is it a marchFor the “right to obscurity” (E. Glissant)For the (un)dead to soundLike the (un)dead where: “it is the very incomplete, cut-off, broken, and incomprehensible nature of the aural, written, and visual remainders of the socially and civilly dead that qualify their semantic depth and social urgency, and that signal the counter-historical, counter-epistemological, and…
  • Headless VI

    Thom Donovan
    1 Jul 2015 | 11:18 am
    Imagining all your ghostfacesLike they are walking down the national mallA million ghostface marchMoaning untilTheir subtones shake every edifice Until there is recognitionHowever invisiblyUntil there is representationHowever poorlyImagining a procession of themFaces covered in blood And piss and shit and mimetic stubbleReceding into the photographic distanceLike in Piper’s voter boothsTheir light boxes like an anti-windowTo look out on the nationTo observe the march not of progressBut of something elseOf the socially deadWith their sad eyes and their non-existent chinsWith their invisible…
  • Headless V

    Thom Donovan
    26 Jun 2015 | 6:49 pm
    --for Rit Premnath  Measured by no stickNo witness but the petalsPrepared in water Ringing their now time nowTheir rose rim of the wound Your body isBut is it artWhat it structuresAnd what you can’t controlContingent upon Their violence?Measureless like no stick leansLike your art Of sticks measures no bodyThis betrays a body somewhere structuring The violence that controls usWhere there is only the roseThe substitutable petalsHis body Could be taken for yours The car slows Asks if you are looking for workThere is no refusal left To this corpse But to sell flowersThere is no…
  • Headless I

    Thom Donovan
    22 Jun 2015 | 10:25 am
    Am I an Afro-melancholicYou ask,Yes, you areBut a joyous oneLiving across the streetFrom a Confederate cemeteryNo, actually, I think you are more like An Afro-gothShedding these shittyLittle tears on tin foilOr are they stubbleIs this blood splatterThis grimace saying doI matterI will chop your head offMy hustler, my semblable, my hommieWhose black frame frames whitenessThere is a blankness where the eyes should have beenWhere the mouth should have been there is onlyInfinite sadness Of the blood stained gateThere is witnessYou can’t profile a ghostIf that’s what this is…
  • Headless IV

    Thom Donovan
    18 Jun 2015 | 10:52 pm
    –for Anna VitaleWhat it mattersWhose dyingWho kills ThemselvesAnd how it’s performedWhat it matters What name you were givenWhere you come fromDetroit if you are working Class or BlackIf you made work For your whole lifeIf the casket Was open or if this is a studiumIf this is a punctumWho is woundedBy simply looking upon the bodyWhat world-making Process with whichWe can identifyWhat unidentifiable bodies The unrecognizeable faceAnd how it moves usGetting up the courage for thisRevolutionary deathGetting up the courage to die To keep dying every dayWhat structure of living would that…
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    A window Within Myself

  • In Here

    28 Jul 2015 | 9:29 pm
  • Erased Images

    24 Jul 2015 | 3:12 pm
    Some photos get burned with time Still yet.. your image will remainWithin my walls As if you were just here Breathing live within my store You are undiminished in this soulcopyright 2015 Nasra Al Adawi#nasraaladawi #omanwrites
  • Mircales

    5 Jul 2015 | 9:29 pm
  • Rain lovingly as you are

    12 Jun 2015 | 1:37 pm
    You are here ...at our doorstepsTouch us gently I'm not sure ..If your countless dropletsAre cry of pain Or rather tears of happiness As the wind pushed you To arrive within the heart of my landI thank you for being here Whether troublesome or joy You are God's  blessings That I have waited in mid of heat Come to my land Just lovingly as you rain on us copyright 2015 Nasra Al Adawi #nasraaladawi #poetry #poetrycommunity #rain #ashoba #storm
  • ~Cleansing of the Sea~

    21 Apr 2015 | 5:48 pm
    Have you ever came close eye to an eye ..that you stared at your mind and thoughts. What does it look like. I imagine it to be a net… different ropes knotted with each other to create a net. Thoughts flows rapidly within the chain of ropes, yet our troubled thoughts and worries stumbles in theses knots.. Suffocating, calling to be untangled. The exercise of detangling is merely not an easy journey… Whenever I use to have a chocking thoughts calling on me to release it when I was younger the ultimate way is to throw my thoughts towards the sea. It was just as the sunlight breaking though…
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    Sad Poems Deep Dark Hopeless Poems

  • Organic Chemistry

    1 Aug 2015 | 8:36 pm
    the path is confessed. the spoiled and the raw. earnest puzzles of skin in a contention of want. the distance is defiant. bones and thoughts like broken buoys taken hostage by a storm. time works its cruel magic. a plague of hysteria and tenderness. negotiating with the slender devil in each glance. chasing the feral wolf in every pause. such are the irrevocable utopias we construct in the slums of our hearts.small sticks. big drums. no music.the edge knows her. a gravity of parlor tricks and temporary forevers. casual martyrs in the dusty archives of her fading charms.a villain loud enough…
  • Presenting the Vein

    27 Jul 2015 | 8:40 pm
    turn by turn. the road overtakes us. progress comes in stubble and skin. moist and dense. a curious surrender. in a vague war. on a lonely planet. in a place that won't remember. in a time that doesn't forget. questions. the stutters of how. like broken pencils stabbing the page. a storm of absent words that turns thieves into artists.she finds herself in the sharp corners and the empty creases. more metaphor than person. more anthem than skin. all hearts are communist. all bodies are capitalists.the obvious bridge shouts her name. the simple math of love and strangers. as if there is a…
  • Fading Immunity

    20 Jul 2015 | 8:44 pm
    life exists at angles much too sharp. loud and  deaf. uneven and trembling. a relentless series of  abandoned hopscotch fields and broken tethers. reluctant stones lost in gravity's narrow grip.  remembered in whispers. happening in screams. pictures. faces. distance. the pace of thunder. the sober of the storm. creases in the chaos that lick the marrow at the center. eyes. skin. voices. the infinite geometry of the smallest moments.  somber sunday strays wandering abandoned streets. in search of places that only barely exist. the little dog. the big demons. particles of…
  • Unfortunate Blackboards

    15 Jul 2015 | 9:10 pm
    the broken knob. the spoken gasp. on the margin. the solvent edges collapsing into lost. tired aggressors with too many choices. the outlines of god. waiting for color. the weapons of war. in worn flannel and spent cigarettes. the perpetaul wilderness of when. a wealthy merchant of desperation. painted. thick in the dense authenticities of skin. wagered. spent. a corruption of moments. soft hammers in the soil of her panic. the hours clay. the years artists. counting. trying to keep track of the missing steps. the end doesn't listen. the world still goes on. though she is in pieces, the whole…
  • Adamant Aggressors

    12 Jul 2015 | 8:24 pm
    the voice is corrupt. all loose knots and ignorant transitions. like the ripple of skin as we pretend to fit. and the whisper of blood as we commit to the wounds. the silk of gravity juxatoposed to the sandpaper of touch. the smaller monsters tame enough. those didactic negotiations with the biggers ones.morality taut. all tree branches and fallen leaves. nervously arguing with gravity.  a chaos of time  in a certainty of flesh. the bone are absolute. we are stolen from the edge of ourselves. a ripe hysteria of choices. a silent war thick with the dead. the days spend their vague…
 
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    anachronizms

  • mmcdxxx

    2 Aug 2015 | 11:02 pm
    Blondie ConstantlyIt’s ridiculous to carry a lifelongdisregard (or, most especially,disdain) when McDondald’sis constantly evolving.  Todayis no tomorrow.  I think thisis a good thing to keep in mind.All day long “Whatever Lola Wants”is the song that is sucking up myhead.  Let’s have the breezetake over our lives as wehead for a hike on Mount Tamalpais.  Numbers are structure, are our very science, and I am nothingif not a lover of architects.They concoct our homesand supply our shopping structures: the placeswhere we go to getfabric softener.
  • mmcdxxix

    1 Aug 2015 | 1:28 pm
    StopgapThe simplicity of the mind (mine, at least), has me stupid with awe sometimes.
  • mmcdxxviii

    29 Jul 2015 | 3:15 am
    ...but, um, I, there’s also an idea that if you have a good poet almost everything he saysis interesting in some way, at least, you know, in the sense of life’s work, you know,everything you write is one huge poem in some weird sense.  I kind of like that idea better.                                               —Jack Collom (during an “interview” with Reed…
  • mmcdxxvii

    28 Jul 2015 | 12:28 am
    48Think of theSleep I’veLost.  Or ofIgnoranceBeing bliss.Settle inAt the day spaWithout aShowerDue toThe drought.30th reunionIs a noGo.  InviteEveryoneTo SanFranciscoInstead.Place aRoommateWanted adTo balanceThe BevyOf job interviews.“AssistantsRequired.”  ReelThe dream ofRegular 2-dayWeekendsIn.
  • mmcdxxvi

    27 Jul 2015 | 12:51 pm
    Wandering Niche-less                It’s all too-natural to deflate natural                geometry via anthropocentric suckage.    …
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    As/Is

  • Elegies/Odes in print, Open Library

    Adam Fieled
    3 Aug 2015 | 12:41 pm
    This is the cover of the Gyan Books print chapbook Cheltenham Elegies/Keats' Odal Cycle, which now has its own page on Open Library. 
  • Dancing with Myself: Narrative Lapses

    Adam Fieled
    3 Aug 2015 | 8:56 am
    If there are major constituent weaknesses in When You Bit… as a work of literary art, many of them have to do with the book’s dual ambition— to present sixty autonomous sonnets, and to have them establish, consolidate, and carry along a cohesive narrative threaded through the book. As to what succeeds in When You Bit…: many of the individual sonnets are very strong, both formally and on
  • Dancing With Myself: Saturday Night Fever

    Adam Fieled
    2 Aug 2015 | 9:06 am
    What makes Psyche a goddess for John Keats? One of the contradictions built into the Odal Cycle is that Psyche distinguishes herself, very particularly, as being both close to the earth and down in the proverbial dirt. She lays in the forest with many men, rather than hovering remotely around Olympus; and Keats exalts, in a perversely contradictory way, her very accessibility as part and
  • Dancing With Myself: The Dark Lady

    Adam Fieled
    1 Aug 2015 | 9:00 am
    Has it ever occurred to anyone that the aesthetic dictum supposedly scribed by Arthur Rimbaud— “a systematic derangement of the senses”— actually fits, in a much more cohesive, circumscribed way, to Keats’ Odes? For all the ditties of no tone, breezes blowing light, conflation of sleeping and waking states, it seems to me that Mr. Rimbaud’s comparatively jejune forays into synesthesia cannot
  • Amazon Apps

    Adam Fieled
    31 Jul 2015 | 9:05 am
    I've added to my Amazon Author Page: photos, Eris Temple Apps video. Peace.
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    Chicano Poet

  • 10 Jul 2015 | 2:22 pm

    10 Jul 2015 | 2:22 pm
    Rooster FightI went to a Mexican danceand a rooster fight broke out.The vato with the Black Parrot hairthrew the first kick.The short pendejoducked to half his size.In the end,they both ended up jodidos.I hung out with the chickenscounting my huevos.
  • 7 Jul 2015 | 4:02 pm

    7 Jul 2015 | 4:02 pm
    Anti-Red Wheelbarrowso much dependsuponthe sun-baked Mexicansbuilding pyramidsI meanbuilding more lanesand rampson the Interstatefor peoplelike Ann Coulter
  • 6 Jul 2015 | 6:22 pm

    6 Jul 2015 | 6:22 pm
    A Hot Wind BlowsA hot wind blowsacross el ocho's foreheadas his baby doll departsand the emptiness of dry leavesfills his hearta smoky trainrattles thru his brainlike sugar canedusty gravel roadsdare his soul to surfacehe loves his baby dolltoo muchand like a garden rakehe makes piles of herand dives into herold with desire
  • 2 Jul 2015 | 7:15 pm

    2 Jul 2015 | 7:15 pm
    He Carried Her Feet In His Feetby  f. e. e. t. cummingsEl ocho patascarried her feet in his feethis feet smelledand hers were so sweetit was loveat first meetthey were love birdstweet tweetand everywhereel ocho patas wenther two little feetwere bentand if el ocho patas fellwell hellshe fell tooblack and blue they got upwhen they were donemaking loveand he carried her feetin his feet
  • 15 Jun 2015 | 6:38 pm

    15 Jun 2015 | 6:38 pm
    Jurassic AssicThe dinosaurshad entered the barrioduring the dead of nighta Mexican bakerywas one of theirfirst victimsas soon as el ochoheard about ithe left hisCulebra Rd. apartmentand snaked his wayto the sceneof the prehistoric crimehe duked it outwith the dinoslike John Waynehe was wearinghis Mil Mascaraswrestling pantieshe battledthe dinosaursfor three daysy tres nochesuntil queles dioen la madrehe donated the meatto the homelessand the bonesto the Daughtersof the Republic of TexasGod knows they needa boner in their lives---el ocho pataswas so thoughtfuly bien desgraciado
 
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    rooted

  • hide me within you

    gautami tripathy
    2 Aug 2015 | 10:28 am
    near that river, close to the railway track a body is revealed.  is she alive did she collapse there? I can see the longing in her face imagine her radiant smile in better days and gnash my... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • rainy illusion

    gautami tripathy
    27 Jun 2015 | 7:46 am
    when the fiery wind sings Old Bank Street, Manchester, UK by R.A.D. Stainforth you hold my arm (it makes a nice frame for pictures) you have mastered that craft to create illusions just a deal,... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • weeds sprouting out of your mind

    gautami tripathy
    14 Jun 2015 | 10:23 am
    I pick the mouthpiece speak secrets into it you think I will gossip but I read out a poem stanzas as sharp as razors when I wrote it in the bath a storm was brewing in my heart (my skin so bronze,... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • when thoughts muddle with heat

    gautami tripathy
    7 Jun 2015 | 10:35 am
    in that bowl of ice cream  I try to find some coolness I am frantic in this heat random things springs in the mind sultry weather, no one's fault nature's way of testing us to make us absorbed... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • I want a red planet of my own

    gautami tripathy
    1 Jun 2015 | 10:29 am
    photo by Toni Frissell I need a nifty hat to keep me afloat  just outside of my watery grave  don't ever assume I have the privilege of misery that thought is but stale  where is... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
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    Wordplay

  • Hello world!

    admin
    1 Aug 2015 | 10:16 pm
    Welcome to WordPress. This is your first post. Edit or delete it, then start blogging!
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    Silliman's Blog

  • 26 Jul 2015 | 10:34 am

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    Poet Hound

  • Kristina Marie Darling’s Double Feature: The Arctic Circle, Failure Lyric

    28 Jul 2015 | 2:58 am
    I admit that lately I have been very slow to read and review books these past two to three years and I can assure you I am working on ways to get back to doing these reviews more often. It will take a bit longer to achieve some of the goals I have set for myself in order to accommodate more reading, writing, and creating. I thank all of my loyal readers for sticking by. In the meantime, I will post as often as I can:Today I review one of my favorite writers for a Double Feature. Kristina Marie Darling’s work continues to inspire me and sets my imagination spinning. First is The Arctic…
  • Sarah Sousa's Split the Crow

    13 May 2015 | 2:58 am
    Sarah Sousa’s collection, Split the Crow, is published by Parlor Press in 2015 and weaves indigenous tales with natural world imagery that burrow deep into your memory long after you read them. Her work has appeared in The Massachusetts Review, Barn Owl Review, and more, she has won the Red Mountain Press Prize for her collection Church of Needles in May 2014. Below I am happy to share a few samples of her recent collection:The Dead’s Bright CopperasCould it be held in a bottle like smokeor liquor; the color of shadow. Could itbe one of the sad animals, one of the instinctual.Sad because…
  • Kristina Marie Darling's Fortress

    27 Jan 2015 | 3:04 am
    Kristina Marie Darling’s Fortress is published by Sundress Publications and showcases the dance of doomed domestic bliss from the perspective of the wife. The main character alludes to the field of dead poppies that welcomes her to her new home. The husband does nothing to coax them to life and creates gardens elsewhere only to fail. The possible greenery is a metaphor for the relationship when the husband disappears after the poppies catch fire and spread disaster to the homestead. The wife is left to determine what to do about the outcome on her own, just as many relationships leave at…
  • 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…
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    The Best American Poetry

  • Save the Date: September 24, 2015 - The Best American Poetry 2015 Launch Reading

    The Best American Poetry
    2 Aug 2015 | 2:54 pm
    Thursday, September 24, 2015 at 7:00 pm to 9:00 pm The Auditorium at 66 West 12th Street, Alvin Johnson/J.M. Kaplan Hall 66 West 12th Street, New York, NY 10011 For the 14th straight year, the New School Writing Program hosts the launch reading of The Best American Poetry.These poets represented in the 2015 book will take part in an event moderated by series editor David Lehman, poetry coordinator, New School Writing Program, and Sherman Alexie, guest editor of The Best American Poetry 2015. Melissa Barrett, Mark Bibbins, Emma Bolden, Catherine Bowman, Jericho Brown, Julie Carr, Chen Chen',…
  • WHEN THE WORDS STOP (by Lawrence J. Epstein)

    Lawrence Epstein
    2 Aug 2015 | 12:09 pm
    Sometimes when I doubt my mental acuity or the worthiness of a paragraph slowly taking shape on my computer screen, I think about writers who have stopped writing. A writer’s creative desert is much in the news now because of the publication of Harper Lee’s old-new novel Go Set a Watchman, which is in fact the first draft of To Kill a Mockingbird so that its publication does not truly end Ms. Lee’s streak of not writing. I first became aware of this phenomenon in college when Henry Roth’s 1934 novel Call It Sleep was re-issued in 1964. When I later became Arts Editor for my college…
  • Ducks Duck [by Don Freas]

    Don Freas
    31 Jul 2015 | 9:47 am
    I saw a young eagle diving at the water out in Budd Inlet. I couldn’t make out anything on the surface that he might be diving for, so I figured he was fishing. After three or four rapid-succession dives in the same spot I went for the binoculars. Ducklings in Danger Zoomed-in I could see that the quarry was a tight brood of six ducklings, in the care of their papa. (They may have been mergansers, but I’m guessing wood ducks.) They were navigating low waves on a medium tide, just beyond the shingle beach. I grimaced at what I thought I was about to see. I appreciate eagles, and I know…
  • Tales of the Nineties: Down and Out and Up in Paris [by Alan Ziegler]

    Alan Ziegler
    30 Jul 2015 | 4:00 pm
    1995: On the day before turning 47, I am weak from a bout with knockwursts, but Erin and I stick to our plan to leave Freiburg so we can spend my birthday in Paris. Knowing we’ll have to change trains in Strasbourg—with announcements we don’t understand, signs we can’t read, and stairs and tunnels between tracks—I insist to Erin that we check our bags. Erin thinks separating ourselves from our luggage is a terrible idea, especially since we didn’t pack a carry-on with essentials. I remind her that I am weak from a bout with knockwursts. The clerk doesn’t speak English, but…
  • Inception [by Don Freas]

    Don Freas
    30 Jul 2015 | 6:00 am
    An idea for a work has the sole purpose of getting me into the studio—it has very little to do with what the final thing will look like. The intriguing idea will be swallowed quickly into the hard realities and limitations of materials and skills, and the fluidity of mood, vision, and chance. When I let go of the original motivation something I couldn’t have imagined will come out of the process. The unimaginable whispers, pulls me like gravity. In fear, I resist it as well. But I’ve learned that if the process scares me enough it just might offer value. The work shapes me as much as I…
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    Harriet: The Blog

  • Eileen Myles on How to Be Alone in New York, for New York Mag

    Harriet Staff
    3 Aug 2015 | 12:00 pm
    At New York Magazine, Eileen Myles is one of the selected writers contributing to a feature called “How to Spend Time Alone” (specifically in New York City, naturally). Other points of view here include Jennifer ­Szalai, editor at The New York Times Book Review, Vivian Gornick, Darin Strauss, Joshua Cohen, James Hannaham, Jerry Saltz, and more. Myles’s tip: Riding the Staten Island Ferry Alone I would say the Staten Island Ferry is my city’s greatest pleasure. We live a daily island life in Manhattan. But you actually have to get off the island to see it. I’ve ridden…
  • Redressing the Emperor: Why Poets Matter

    Amy King
    3 Aug 2015 | 10:30 am
    They say you can be a bad person and still make a great thing. They say you can use poetry cynically for your own selfish gain in the name of free speech. But what they don’t say so often, because there are shaming mechanisms in place, is that this Western inclination towards abstracting one’s speech actions into a removed cause and thereby exempting the speaker from accountability is a privileged thing. Such positioning pretends history doesn’t count, the person’s choices don’t count, the pain inflicted through harmful speech acts doesn’t count, only the work and its right to…
  • Library of Congress Details How Pablo Neruda Came to be Translated into English

    Harriet Staff
    3 Aug 2015 | 9:00 am
    How DID Pablo Neruda’s poems find their way into English? The official blog of the Library of Congress provides readers with an in-depth backstory about one of the most revered and most translated Latin American poets. From LOC: The poems of Pablo Neruda are among the most frequently translated works in the English language. While the Chilean poet has for many years enjoyed a huge readership in the United States, thanks to the widespread availability of English-language editions of his poetry, few people are aware of the integral role played by the Library of Congress in first…
  • The Guardian Ruminates on the Newest Penguin Anthology of Russian Poetry

    Harriet Staff
    3 Aug 2015 | 6:57 am
    Is it better or worse than Dimitri Oblensky’s “grandaddy collection?” At The Guardian, Carol Rumens takes a close look at this newest Penguin-published anthology of Russian verse. Although it is certainly “ambitious” and impressively translated, she writes, there are many occasions within this new collection that bring to mind a few literary “don’ts.” More: This anthology is ambitious – in scope, biographical apparatus and in what it expects of its translators. Although the chronological arc is shorter than that of the granddaddy anthology,…
  • Sueyeun Juliette Lee’s Building of Her Own ‘Korea’

    Harriet Staff
    31 Jul 2015 | 11:30 am
    At Arcade, Brian Reed takes up Sueyeun Juliette Lee’s poem “Korea” and the problem of geography as it appears for the study of contemporary Asian American writers–with attention to particular “‘cartographies’ that only become visible when one approaches Asian American literature ec-centrically, without prejudging what constitutes a centered position for viewing, speaking, or knowing.” What distinguishes Sueyeun Juliette Lee’s “Korea”—what made me nearly jump out of my seat when I first read it—is her abiilty to dramatize her…
 
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    Dunstan Carter : Poetry

  • From Next Door

    dc
    31 Jul 2015 | 6:14 pm
    A dog whinnies And the sad laughter From next door Wafts humiliation, All stark In the darkness And broken, In the background A grandmother Walks in circles, The stereo grinds to a halt; Their patio doors Slide like an autopsy blade And all that’s left Is a muffled collapse, A rhythm of steps And the mightiest sound Still unnamed.
  • Edit Your Day

    dc
    14 Jul 2015 | 5:32 pm
    They called it ‘Edit Your Day’. People had started recording Their entire lives And the world was just Edited highlights. Nobody took anything or anyone Seriously anymore. Everyone was disgusted With each other. Nobody was famous. Everyone was famous. Mischief collided with misery And it all fell apart clip by clip. For the next hundred years Nobody recorded or watched anything. Then some smart arse with a lighter Lit his fart on fire And the whole thing started again.
  • Devious Whispers

    dc
    2 Jul 2015 | 4:30 pm
    Snide like frozen apple pie, A stolen lyric burning, Scarred moons and sleepless silence, A wild dog in the woods. The taste of devious whispers, Mingled troubles in the shadows, Weeping hillsides and worn highways, Dead settlements and lost priests. The scent of something wrong, All roughshod truculence, A liar in the darkness shamed, A poetical evening in tatters.
  • Middle Class Prince

    dc
    22 Jun 2015 | 4:47 pm
    Aspirational Yet non-inspirational, Attitude glacial, Eyes confrontational, Pull gravitational, Knowledge operational, Drugs recreational, Guise transformational, Dreams all palatial, Middle class prince.
  • Popular In His Network

    dc
    30 May 2015 | 5:20 pm
    They shaved their idiot, Bathed him and dried him Softly in Egyptian cotton, They dressed him Head to toe in silk And encouraged him To shout his made up language At strangers and officials. They smiled as he designed Bizarre pamphlets and posters, All black and blue and angry, They listened in awe At his bubbled conspiracies And rubbed his back As he belched insecurity And cried at the sky. They laughed at the mucus That connected his nose To his blabbering mouth, They called him a genius When he sang His peculiar songs And scribbled down His rules. He was nothing and everything, A manchild,…
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    Robert Peake

  • Help with Your Summer Reading List

    Robert Peake
    16 Jul 2015 | 11:55 am
    In celebration of summer, I am making a special offer available that should be particularly enticing to international readers. Purchase The Silence Teacher and The Knowledge together and you will get instant access to download the e-book In Pieces free of charge as well as … wait for it … free shipping on both physical books (yes, including international orders). If you already have one or more of these books, this is a great way to introduce them to a friend. I am also happy to sign and/or personalise the books — just make note of what you want with the order. I…
  • Upcoming Readings: Ledbury, Leicester, London

    Robert Peake
    17 Jun 2015 | 6:57 am
    The summer and autumn months are looking good for poetry. I will be giving a variety of readings, in a variety of different formats, at various locations throughout the UK, between now and the end of October. Ledbury Poetry Festival, July 4th, 15:40 — 16:00 I will be reading from The Knowledge as part of the “20 Minutes With…” series at Ledbury Poetry Festival. This is one of Britain’s best-loved poetry festivals, and I’m excited to attend. More» The Saison Poetry Library at London’s Southbank Centre, August 5th…
  • New Poetry-Film Essay Online

    Robert Peake
    15 Jun 2015 | 1:33 pm
    The film-poem genre has attracted considerable interest from various disciplines, and is beginning to gain astute critical insight as an emerging artistic form. One excellent vehicle is the German-based Poetryfilmkanal website. I was delighted to be asked to write an essay for them about the fascination of the film-poem. The relationship between art and memory has always fascinated me personally, and in this piece I regard memory as a kind of aesthetic glue holding the two genres in relationship to one another.  You can read the full essay, “Mnemosyne’s Tango: Poetry, Film, and the…
  • Writing with Integrity

    Robert Peake
    12 Jun 2015 | 4:52 pm
    What stories are ours to tell? The Atlantic’s response to a young white male poet contemplating hanging up his pen because of these categories in which he finds himself makes the fine point that guilt is never a good reason to stop making and sharing one’s art. Yet a fresh spate of plagiarism allegations in the poetry world, combined with the recent furore over racially transgressive conceptual poetry, has me contemplating authenticity, integrity, and the implications of what we write. I dig into all of this in a new article for HuffPost Books. For me personally, it comes down to…
  • Valerie Morton Does The Knowledge

    Robert Peake
    8 Jun 2015 | 3:47 am
    British poet Valerie Morton takes a close look at The Knowledge in a guest review on the website of Canadian poet E.E. Nobbs. How fittingly trans-Atlantic is that? She calls the book, “strange”, “quirky”, and “honest”, and remarks, “What impresses me greatly is the author’s humanity, which I found very moving.” Morton draws out themes of loss and culture shock in the first section of the book. Reflecting on the “difficult” middle section, she concludes, “the fact that America has been at war for most of its existence…
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    The Nahmias Cipher Report

  • Turkey: Top 5 Reasons for the AK PARTİ Failure

    Elvan Katmer
    27 Jul 2015 | 10:04 pm
    Elvan Katmer, Contributing Journalist Last Modified: 16:20 p.m. EDT, 30 July 2015 ANKARA, Turkey – In the previous analysis of the recent elections in Turkey, Recep Tayyip Erdoğan’s was largely to blame for the failure of the AK PARTİ or AKP party to maintain its majority control of parliament.  There have been many elements affecting […]
  • Uganda: Report finds over 89 cases of violations against LGBTI persons

    Austin Drake Bryan
    25 Jul 2015 | 4:49 am
    Austin Bryan, Managing Editor Last Modified: 07:33 a.m. EDT, 25 July 2015 KAMPALA, Uganda – A new report on abuses based on gender identity and sexual orientation found at least 89 verified cases of violations against LGBTI Ugandans in 2014. The report, released Thursday by the Human Rights Awareness and Promotion Forum, found that in […]
  • Timbuktu Rebuilt After Radical Islamist Destroyed

    Ayanna Nahmias
    23 Jul 2015 | 8:02 am
    Ayanna Nahmias, Editor-in-Chief Last Modified: 11:02 a.m. EDT, 23 July 2015 TIMBUKTU, Mali – In 2012 we reported on the modern trend of the destruction of ancient artifacts by radicals, and in Mali the destruction of Timbuktu was an equally notable travesty. It is incomprehensible that any Muslim would try to destroy this legendary center […]
  • Russian Billionaire Funds Search For Alien Life

    Sarah Jakubowski
    21 Jul 2015 | 7:46 pm
    Sarah Joanne Jakubowski, Contributing Journalist Last Modified: 22:45 p.m. EST, 21 July 2015 RUSSIA – Yesterday, Russian billionaire Yuri Milner announced that he will spend $100 million to further the search for life beyond Earth. His plan, called “Breakthrough Listen,” uses radio telescopes and a handpicked team of scientists to conduct a ten-year search for […]
  • Mohed Altrad, a Bedouin Who Flees the Desert, Becomes Billionaire, Wins Coveted 2015 EY Award

    Ayanna Nahmias
    19 Jul 2015 | 3:08 pm
    Ayanna Nahmias, Editor-in-Chief Last Modified: 18:08 PM EDT, 19 July 2015 MARSEILLE, France – How many of us could walk through the desert to sit outside of school because we had such a thirst for knowledge? Would you be motivated enough to gaze through a hole in mud and tin roof schoolhouse and stare at […]
 
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    Best Poems

  • At Twilight

    The Editorial Staff
    2 Aug 2015 | 4:08 pm
    Bliss Carman NOW the fire is lighted On the chimney stone, Day goes down the valley, I am left alone. Now the misty purple Floods the darkened vale, And the stars come out On the twilight trail.read more
  • In The Workshop

    The Editorial Staff
    2 Aug 2015 | 4:08 pm
    Bliss Carman ONCE in the Workshop, ages ago, The clay was wet and the fire was low.read more
  • Winter Streams

    The Editorial Staff
    2 Aug 2015 | 4:08 pm
    Bliss Carman NOW the little rivers go Muffled safely under snow, And the winding meadow streams Murmur in their wintry dreams, While a tinkling music wells Faintly from their icy bells,read more
  • A Winter Piece

    The Editorial Staff
    2 Aug 2015 | 4:08 pm
    Bliss Carman OVER the rim of a lacquered bowl, Where a cold blue water-color stands I see the wintry breakers roll And heave their froth up the freezing sands. Here in immunity safe and dull,read more
  • Winter Twilight

    The Editorial Staff
    2 Aug 2015 | 4:08 pm
    Bliss Carman ALONG the wintry skyline, Crowning the rocky crest, Stands the bare screen of hardwood trees Against the saffron west,- Its gray and purple network Of branching traceryread more
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    Magma Poetry » Blog

  • Voicing an Opinion on Voice

    Lisa Kelly
    10 Jul 2015 | 3:41 am
    A poet’s voice is a much discussed aspect of a poet’s work, but just how relevant or limiting it is being recognised by your voice provoked an interesting discussion by a panel of well-known poets taking part in Magma’s National Conversation about Poetry. Last month Hannah Lowe, Joelle Taylor, Chris McCabe and Jon Stone participated in Magma’s Incorrigibly Plural live event in Clerkenwell, London where they performed their collaborative poems which you can read on the Magma blog. Following the readings, the poets answered questions from the audience and the issue of…
  • Incorrigibly Plural Event Sparks Excellent Collaborations and Incredibly Lively Debate

    Lisa Kelly
    15 Jun 2015 | 7:55 am
    Poets Hannah Lowe, Joelle Taylor, Chris McCabe and Jon Stone read their collaborative poems at The Crypt in Clerkenwell earlier this month as part of Magma’s ongoing National Conversation about Poetry. The audience listened attentively to the new work, which responded to the theme of the four seasons, and was treated to readings by the individual poets so it was possible to hear and compare their ‘pure’ voices. In the second half Magma’s Dominic Bury and John Canfield led a discussion about the nature of poetic voice and took questions from the audience for the panel of poets. The…
  • Call for contributions – Magma 64 on the theme of ‘Risk’

    Dom Bury and Jon Stone
    1 Jun 2015 | 2:02 am
    Magma has changed to Submittable. Please follow this link to submit. For the next issue of Magma we’ve chosen the theme of ‘Risk’. We’re aware that risk is in itself a risky word. It is open to interpretation. And what we hope to present in our call for submissions is just one understanding. For us, the conscious act of taking risks is in itself the act of living. It is an act of exposure. Of gambling. Of disobedience. An act of fearlessness. It is the constant awareness of risk, learning how to push ourselves to the edge of what is possible that governs everything we…
  • The latest edition of Magma is very Street.

    admin
    18 May 2015 | 5:56 am
    Thanks to everyone who came along and supported the launch of Magma 61 at the London Review Bookshop on Friday (15th May). We heard from a great mix of poets including Simon Kew, Geraldine Clarkson, John Wheway and Miranda Peake and our first guest reader, Christine Webb. Christine Webb reading ‘Wasting Time by Looking’ We also had an impromptu turn by Gram Joel Davies who read his poem ‘World Away’ on the vagaries of gap years. And to round off the evening Simon Barraclough, read from his latest collection ‘Sunspots’, including his wonderful poem ‘Brightness’, a dark…
  • Join us for a street party and the launch of Magma 61

    admin
    12 May 2015 | 7:24 am
    We’re launching the latest Magma magazine, M61, this Friday (15th May) at the London Review Bookshop (14, Bury Place, WC1A 2JL). The theme of Magma 61 is ‘The Street’. There will be readings from our guest poets Simon Barraclough and Christine Webb as well as a selection of other poets featured in the edition. Doors open at 6.30pm, readings begin at 7pm. Tickets are FREE for everyone. Book now.
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    Art Comet : Poetry & Literature Blog

  • Thanks to God on Blue Moon

    Anthony Souls
    1 Aug 2015 | 9:13 am
    I want to thank God and Jesus and The Holy One for everything. For communicating with my soul and with me. For using others to help me. For humbling me to His Greatness. A lot of times I ask God for help, I get upset like God is silent and not responding, and I ask for forgiveness a lot. But we need to also take out time to thank God and Jesus and The Holy Ghost for all that He does for us. Thank you Jesus for dying for our sins. That we won't be in Hell. Have a chance through Your Blood to be with you forever. To have love in our lives. I know I am not perfect, I know I get confused, I know…
  • Thank you God and Jesus and The Holy Ghost. Here is to Us and Our Future.

    Anthony Souls
    8 Jul 2015 | 5:05 pm
    I want to thank God and Jesus and The Holy Ghost and to Glorify His name. I've been going through a lot lately. I been having trails and tribulations. And throughout all of the worries and fears and sufferings, God and Jesus and The Holy Ghost has always been there. When I prayed to God and Jesus and The Holy Ghost, God answered. Not because of anything I did. But because God Loves us. Jesus Loves us. The Holy Ghost Loves us. and sometimes the prayers weren't answered right away or in the manner that I wanted, but they were answered in far better ways. Just yesterday, God showed my fiancee…
  • Giving Praise and Worship to God and Jesus and The Holy Ghost,

    Anthony Souls
    29 Jun 2015 | 9:44 am
    All Glory Belongs to God and Jesus and The Holy Ghost. When I'm in despair. When I'm angry. When I feel lost. When I am confused. When I am going through emotional Chaos. When all has forsake me. When all has turned on me. When everyone tries to rob away from me my contentness and my purpose and my truth and my love and my hope and my joy and my peace, God and Jesus and The Holy Ghost is there to contend for me. There to Love me. There to support me. There to strengthen me. There to Hold me. There to embrace me. There to give me strength. To Give me hope. To Help me throughout whatever is…
  • Happy Father's Day God, The Father of Lights, My Father.

    Anthony Souls
    21 Jun 2015 | 5:02 pm
    Happy Fathers Day God. Even though I miss my earthy father who died. I wish I had him around to talk with about all that I'm currently going through and the trails and tribulations because he added security to my soul. Yet, You are my Father, my Heavenly Father God, and You are above all Fathers. And I almost forgot, but I wanted to wish you a Happy Fathers Day. You've always been there for me through thick and thin. And even though when I feel like I'm losing myself and weakening in my faith. And everything seems to be so hard to hold onto. I know that you sent the rain to comfort me through…
  • If you are reading this Kayla or other family Members of Ashley

    Anthony Souls
    20 Jun 2015 | 9:27 am
    Not sure if Ashley's family subscribed to my RSS Feed and getting my blog updates that way, but if you are seeing this and reading this. It's time to stop all of this madness and evilness and revenge and pain and suffering. There is no reason to do this to Ashley. I came to you guys even when I didn't like what you were doing to Ashley and told the Truth. I never stopped Ashley from contacting you. I never hide important information from you. You need to come forward with he Truth. That your Mother Died.You tell me you want me to believe you guys when you guys lied. I called the nursing home.
 
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    Poet Mom

  • In Retreat

    January
    27 Jul 2015 | 5:54 am
    Hello from Millay Colony!I am midway through a writers' retreat with four very good friends. This is my second time here, so returning feels like a homecoming.Two of us are staying in the main house (this picture doesn't do it justice), while I'm retreating in the barn with two others. Each room comes with a studio that gets great light all day. The barn has a rustic feel. No cell service. No television. No better way to shake things up for a city slicker like me.Steepletop BarnThe property, also known as Steepletop, was owned by poet Edna St. Vincent Millay. There is the retreat center, and…
  • Confession Tuesday

    January
    21 Jul 2015 | 12:08 pm
    Actor from The Ride bus tour, Times Square. Photo by Alex O'NeilHappy Tuesday folks! Time for confessions. Here we go.****The kids are I are fresh off of our trip to New York City. What an honor it was to read with the Academy of American Poets with Ross Gay and Meena Alexander. It's hard to get on anyone's radar screen these days so it's nice to be included with an organization that has been a part of my writing career from the start.But what meant the most to me was having Alex and Ella in the audience. What I'm hoping is that they make a connection between me doing what I love and the…
  • Three Poets and a Band: Photos

    January
    20 Jul 2015 | 7:00 pm
    Misery loves company! And I loved reading with Colleen Michaels and Kevin Carey at Chianti's Jazz Lounge as we celebrated the release of Misery Islands in front of a hometown crowd. And with Greg Allen's Fringe Religion playing an unplugged set, it was a good night had by all.Colleen MichaelsKevin CareyGreg Allen's Fringe Religion
  • Summer Reading Series - Photos

    January
    17 Jul 2015 | 1:06 pm
    Can't tell you how much fun I had reading for the Academy of American Poets at the New York Public Library for the Summer Reading Series. Such a pleasure reading with Ross Gay and Meena Alexander. And to have my children in the audience was a blessing. Here are some pictures from the event. My thanks to Jen Benka, Patricia Guzman, and the kinds folks at the Academy for including me in the event. Ross Gay and Aimee Nezhukumatathil read from their chapbook Letters from Two Gardens. Ross GayJen BenkaMeena AlexanderJoseph and David 
  • Summer Poetry Readings with Meena Alexander, Ross Gay and January Gil O'Neil. | The New York Public Library

    January
    13 Jul 2015 | 5:30 am
    Join The New York Public Library, in collaboration with the Academy of American Poets, for an evening of poetry with Meena Alexander, Ross Gay and January Gill O'Neil. Tuesday, July 14, 2015, 6 - 7:30 p.m.PROGRAM LOCATION:Stephen A. Schwarzman Building, DeWitt Wallace Periodical RoomThe event is free and open to the public.
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  • Ship, Sail, Boat: Build a Boat of Poetry

    Heather Eure
    20 Jul 2015 | 5:00 am
    The U.K. poet, Philip Gross imagines a vessel built from poems. In a way, his poem teaches us about the process of writing a poem, plus what it takes: passion, determination, and skill. With a bit of cheek, he suggests “there’s really nothing to it,” but in reality, it’s an investment. What else do you think Philip Gross is trying to say in this poem? As a poet, what is involved in your poetry-writing process? The Boat Made of Poems sings and hums and talks and whispers to itself. It never sleeps. It groans, it shudders to the rhythm of the waves. Its timbers creak in…
  • Memoir Notebook: Too Close for Comfort

    Darrelyn Saloom
    17 Jul 2015 | 5:00 am
    By the end of October 1962, my family was in an awful mess. Mama found a job as a switchboard operator at Petroleum Helicopters, but Roger spent too much time exercising his right arm with Budweiser cans and lost his job offshore. Our tomcat ran off to find a wife, and our puppy grew up and pledged her allegiance to my stepfather instead of me and followed his every move. The worst was my oldest sister’s rising fever from worrying about a nuclear war. In her delirium, she’d mutter questions about Cuba and Castro, Khrushchev and a man as handsome as my absent father, our beloved president,…
  • Take Your Poet to Work Day: Poets Who Didn’t Want to Be at Work

    LW Lindquist
    16 Jul 2015 | 5:00 am
    Now that Take Your Poet to Work Day has reached the ripe old age of three years, we feel like we can begin to detect some patterns in the way our ready-for-work poets behave. This year, above all, it seems our poets most wanted to break free of the workplace. Or rather, perhaps they were eager to get away to somewhere that felt more like poet work (though many of even the most famous poets had day jobs). You can hear the reluctance with T.S. Eliot, who was once a banker, not being so sure he wanted to be back in the office: @PrufrockTheFilm My TS Eliot is unsure how he feels about having…
  • It’s Take Your Poet to Work Day!

    LW Lindquist
    15 Jul 2015 | 3:53 am
    It’s possible, depending on who frequents your neighborhood coffee shop, that there was a recent influx of colorful poets on sticks ordering cappuccinos and iced coffees. (And, I imagine, a few cups of tea as well.) In anticipation of this year’s Take Your Poet to Work Day celebration, we recognized that poets like to take a coffee break as well as anyone else. So we invited you to take your poets to your favorite coffee shop and help us build the first Take Your Poet to Work Day GIF collection. Led by the reclusive Emily Dickinson, my poets were a little shy about making a…
  • Poets and Poems: Susan Lewis

    Glynn Young
    14 Jul 2015 | 2:00 am
    Prose poetry isn’t as easy as it might look. I didn’t realize what tight control it can require until reading three recently published works by poet Susan Lewis, two of which are prose poetry and one of which is the more familiar verse style. Lewis is an accomplished poet, having published numerous collections and chapbooks, including Animal Husbandry, Commodity Fetishism, The Following Message and At Times Your Lines, among others. Within the space of roughly a year, she published three books—two collections and a chapbook—and these are three I’ve recently read: How to Be Another,…
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  • The Science of Art

    cottonbombs
    2 Aug 2015 | 11:08 pm
    Einstein tinkered at the piano before coming up with his theory Michelangelo dissected bodies to become a better painter art and science spin like an electron chasing an inspiration balanced by a neutron given by the Big Bang and God so that so many years later our greatest scientist is inspired by Chopin cutting into the relativity of all artistry.
  • Heaven’s Punchline

    cottonbombs
    21 Jun 2015 | 8:44 pm
    I’m hell bent on reaching heaven but not tonight if I get there great if not I gave it my best shot and should I meet the Devil I trust he’s got a better sense of humor than Saint Peter and we’ll laugh at how close I came to making it to paradise.
  • Get Get

    cottonbombs
    9 Jun 2015 | 7:57 pm
    It’s easy to blame past lives for the mistakes of this present life that’s what makes me an optimist it’s not my fault it was my fault I’ll do better starting now I just wish I was a Buddhist so I could believe this shit.
  • Memory Will Forget This, Too

    cottonbombs
    31 May 2015 | 9:41 pm
    In time memory will forget this, too. Hell, one day not even I will remember what I did today. Sure, it all seems so relevant now but now so is fickle if you think now lasts forever you too are a fool drunk on the boilermaker of never and forever which makes us throw up now the spin of the world mixed with the sitting on our ass drinking so much something is happening even when it’s just getting progressively drunk and suddenly sentences are running together and we don’t care so we don’t put a period down even when we think we ought to just out of spite. Weird cause we’re not spiteful…
  • Why I Challenged The Prince To A Dance Off

    cottonbombs
    17 May 2015 | 9:42 pm
    We shit we fuck we love we hate we are all the same we rise to poetry we’ve all peed where we shouldn’t have peed we sink to desperation we lose ourselves to music and to anger we need the sun we build calendars to the moon and to emperors whom we are enslaved to two thousand years dead still we look to the stars we are selfish we are giving we need to need we need to pray knowing our God could be anywhere and everywhere too busy to worry about us today.  
 
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    Dark Matter

  • Hands Full Of Dust

    Tony Brown
    3 Aug 2015 | 7:00 am
    History’s all about dust that used to be under a Roman boot or on a Union horse’s flank or in the Triangle Shirtwaist fire or on a slave’s chain, on an old Apache’s dead open eye, maybe from under the burned beam in a bombed Japanese house —   who knows where all the dust on your hands is from? Just try to remember you’re always leaving it all over everything. Handfuls of dust smearing Now.  You are carrier of history in all you touch and you honestly can’t ever get clean.
  • Daybreak

    Tony Brown
    2 Aug 2015 | 6:58 am
    Last night came and went and I’m still here at daybreak.  A bit of a  surprise: never sure these days if I will be, but so far, I’m holding on. Not sure why I’m so certain  that when it happens I’ll die in my sleep. Just as possible that I’ll fall face first into  the dirty livingroom or be discovered sitting upright and quite stiff on the couch, laptop hibernating with a mediocre new poem unfinished under the darkness on the screen, the cat anxiously weaving her fear against my legs and the window still open, some small breeze trickling through my hair.
  • Aftermath Song

    Tony Brown
    1 Aug 2015 | 2:01 pm
    Originally posted 1/27/2014. A seashell just cracked. A boulder has rotted apart. Whole mountains have begun to slipslide; trees have started to sink into pits below their roots. Music’s revealed in this decay:beats and rhythms of course as everything tumbles, but behind that a melody made of minimal rise and fall; a note, perhaps two, three at most. We can flee it with hands on ears or dance with it or join in like kids turned loose in a broken studio full of broken instruments. New world coming, new tunes humming — or more likely, a recovery of an old book of common…
  • An Explanation

    Tony Brown
    31 Jul 2015 | 6:35 am
    This one-note-struck of all my recent talk about my rage and sorrow at how humans suborn all the machinations of Evil and take each other for pawns to be moved at will in games huge and tiny can be grating, I know. It grates on me as well. I wake up raw most days and on the other days it’s not long before I am drawn to picking at the new scabs and nearly-healed scars of my previous wounds.   I have them always on my mind. I feel them festering and itching on my skin. I taste them, dark and sour, in my mouth. You don’t know how much I would prefer to speak only of my garden …
  • The Manifest Destiny Game

    Tony Brown
    30 Jul 2015 | 9:20 pm
    Get up and get dressed, leave the house, set out for the next town, the next state, the next country, the next civilized world. You’re sick of the games they play here and it’s time to go. The game being played here is called “Button your lip until we tap you to speak.” The game you want to play is called “Leave me alone for a while until I’m ready to join in.” You don’t know where they play it but you’ll kill to get there, kill to stay there, kill to win that game. If you end up somewhere where no one’s playing it you’ll start…
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    Root Times

  • Pardon my thoughts

    Sucay Miranda
    26 Jul 2015 | 10:33 am
    Do you ever feel undecided, and unsure of what would make you happy? And you feel bored with life, then you wonder what could make you happy and you don't know what could make you feel that way. Like there is someone in you mind. Someone who you loved very deeply, and you question yourself whether you would like her back in your life.You miss how you felt being around her, but it's been so long, and you don't know how you would feel if it happened at this moment. You imagine that it would be just as good, but people change, and maybe problems that you had with her in the past, they may still…
  • Pretending to see how I feel

    Sucay Miranda
    24 Jul 2015 | 3:20 pm
    What is this way that I feel. As if the world does not exist. As if I'm locked in my shell. Here is one day, and then another day. There is no meaning, no essence. Empty thoughts, developed from a rare routine. I sit and wait for the unknown, as though there is something to come. But nothing does, just the rain and the dust. What is beyond this moment, what is on the other side. I stand behind a point, a division that separates my whole existence from something else, something not understood. Again, locked, maybe I need to break free. I contemplate my dull emotions, empty carriages. as if I…
  • Death

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

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

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

  • Hamah – Instrumental Rock and Electronica

    Jeremiah Castelo De Guzman
    16 Jul 2015 | 3:26 pm
    Hamah - Instrumental Rock and Electronica - Music by Jeremiah Castelo The post Hamah – Instrumental Rock and Electronica appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
  • Run for Your Life – Carter Conlon

    Jeremiah Castelo De Guzman
    14 Jul 2015 | 8:15 pm
    Sermon by Carter Conlon in New York City, in response to the events of Sept. 11, 2001 The post Run for Your Life – Carter Conlon appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
  • To Defend the Weak and the Fatherless – Using Media for Mission Work

    Jeremiah Castelo De Guzman
    14 Jul 2015 | 6:57 pm
    Using Media for Mission Work - An overview of my future plans for using media-related skills (photography, videography, journalism) in missionary work. The post To Defend the Weak and the Fatherless – Using Media for Mission Work appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
  • Images of Los Angeles California

    Jeremiah Castelo De Guzman
    5 Jun 2015 | 3:28 pm
    The post Images of Los Angeles California appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
  • The Government Hand in Hollywood

    Jeremiah Castelo De Guzman
    4 May 2015 | 4:19 pm
    The Government Hand in Hollywood ft. Lenon Honor - Lenon Honor interviewed on Freeman TV addressing the "Global Motion Picture Stage" The post The Government Hand in Hollywood appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
 
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    DaPhunkeeProfessor.com

  • VOTE for Mwalim: 'Best Instrumental CD' 2015 Indigenous Music Awards

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    20 Jul 2015 | 1:47 pm
    2015 Nominee in the Indigenous Music Awards - Best Inst. CDWINNIPEG, CA - Public Voting for the 2015 Indigenous Music Awards is now open and Mwalim DaPhunkee Professor's award-winning jazz album, "Awakened By A Noon Day Sun" (LMMGM/Spirit Wind Records) is a top nominee for "Best Instrumental CD" (Category 11)."Awakened By A Noon Day Sun" is the winner of the 2014 New England Urban Music Awards 'Best Male Jazz' category as well as the 2015 Silver Arrow Award for 'Best Native Jazz' album.To register, sign in, and vote, the Indigenous Music…
  • POEM: Street Teaming , Impressions & A Dumb-Ass

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    1 Jul 2015 | 8:23 pm
    I'd like to thank the punk-ass who keeps ripping that poster down;We've replaced it 4 times already.You see, each time you rip it down and we hang it back upThat's another 400+ people seeing it.It's called "impressions."We hang itA bunch of people see itit becomes part of the sceneryYou rip it downWe wait a few daysand replace it.Which means more people are seeing it, thinking it's a new post.If you rip it down three more times,You're helping us gain a full house!!!7 Impressions make the sale!!!Thank you!!!Imagine, if you can a venue...Say, 976 Main Street in Cotuit, MANow I want you to…
  • POEM: Progress?

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    27 Jun 2015 | 3:18 pm
    My feelings about the flag coming down in SC & Alabama are the same as my feelings about the legalization of gay marriage:I'm wondering why I'm not getting any comments from my right-wing friends about his past issues with the law and drug dealing?Hmmm...A nice gesture and distractions from the more pressing issues surrounding race relations and homophobia in America.We've been under the thumb so long, that the smallest victories are seen as huge. Kinda like the excitement my formerly incarcerated colleagues felt when they could buy Ramen Noodles and Slim Jims from the canteen.So, about…
  • a GEEKDOM Tribute To A Soul Singer: R.I.P. Mr Percy Sledge

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    16 Apr 2015 | 11:50 am
    Percy Sledge in 2012 at the Houston House of Blues.Tuesday, we've lost one of the great, architectural voices of soul music. Mr Percy Sledge passed today at the age of 74.A No. 1 hit in 1966, “When a Man Loves a Woman” was Sledge’s debut single, an almost unbearably heartfelt ballad with a resonance he never approached again. Few singers could have. Its mood set by a mournful organ and dirge-like tempo, “When a Man Loves a Woman” was for many the definitive soul ballad, a testament of blinding, all-consuming love haunted by fear and graced by overwhelming emotion.“When a Man Loves…
  • Producer's Notes: Building The Groovalottos Album Pt. 6

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

  • Ghosts

    MA
    26 Jul 2015 | 3:03 pm
    Will there still be light when we are finished With this world, taken the future from today? Or will darkness fall like a blanket of sleep As sterility grips every water, fire envelopes Every forest, and our desert of imagination Crawls across the world like armies of ants? Yes, there will be light, there will be lovers In the dry of riverbeds; one will take a dream Of flowers and another bathe in starlight, Cool as the ghosts that take us in embrace.
  • Mirror’s Edge

    MA
    13 Jul 2015 | 8:41 pm
    There were times when my life and dreams were perfect Reflections, the moon and stars suspended in the water And the sky, a diary of wonders written while they lived, Everything to me before they died like submerged cinders. Years of growing further and further away from love and I am nothing but the shell between myself and the world Of warmth and shadows, my animating spark a memory Vague and shifting as a lost world of unborn prehistory. Want and fear face each other in me like a hall of mirrors, Tripwires and trenches in a moonscape of losses, every Dip and rise surrendered to an angry…
  • Name

    MA
    30 Jun 2015 | 6:39 pm
    What we are called, ash-feathered fliers, Lead hearts with a spangle in, still alive In name despite extinction of our fires; What we are in body, remembering all.
  • [The ankle marked with a rose]

    MA
    30 Jun 2015 | 6:33 pm
    The ankle marked with a rose, Swelling calves and shy knees, Long flanks and arms outstretched Like Diana make light music, The denial of perfection in perfection. Your face can be a moon that radiates The night of a thousand suns, And love, in your eyes, is like a blessing Laid down by cool, wet hands In the heat of the desert noon. Better than the eyes’ delights Is the softly, warmly yielding Depth of flesh in your embrace. Warm as the shifting sand, Soft as the luminous ocean, You are deep with strange And filled with life sublime and new. I love you full of fear and awe.
  • June Meadows

    MA
    30 Jun 2015 | 5:48 pm
    June came in Spring this year And bloomed like a Star of Bethlehem Orange-gold as rockets in the sky Warm and soft against a pale of blue.
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    Bechdel Babes

  • *piss hitting a toilet bowl under a lone fluorescent lightbulb*

    Caitlin McGregor
    14 Jul 2015 | 6:11 pm
    i was at southern cross station the other day, coming out of the toilets and this couple walked up the girl had to turn left to pee, the guy had to turn right… Continue reading →
  • Misogyny in Hip-hop: In defence of Nicki Minaj

    rheaviewmirror
    6 Jun 2015 | 2:28 am
    I recently went to an Emerging Writers Festival event called ‘Amazing Babes’ where I heard a fantastic speech about feminism and hip hop, which mirrored many of my views on the subject. Hip-hop… Continue reading →
  • Chinese Takeaway

    rheaviewmirror
    3 Jun 2015 | 3:24 am
    He makes jokes about airplane jelly Drool flecks The corner of his mouth Clawed hands Scuttle across the vast expanse Of laminated menus Leaving streaks of grime A duck carcass Hangs from the… Continue reading →
  • Fly-by-night

    rheaviewmirror
    2 Jun 2015 | 3:40 am
    Smoke trails//entrails Concrete mystery meat Bulimic Buddha Bobbleheads Bounce to the beat Dashboard Jesus with a soul patch & crown of barbed wire. Truckers have amphetamine dreams of beauty queens Fever dreams//Beaver dreams… Continue reading →
  • Poetry Series

    Bechdel Babes
    31 May 2015 | 11:39 pm
      Michael studies Literature, and is a fan of birds, coffee and Dostoevsky. In his spare time, he hangs out with Kanye and does car commercials in Japan.
 
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    Poetic Hope

  • Monday's Thought

    3 Aug 2015 | 5:47 am
    I hope this gives you something to think about.I now have two compilation volumes available. You can find them here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Simple-Request-Poems/dp/1507658028 http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems/dp/1492992933
  • Saturday's Poem

    1 Aug 2015 | 5:53 am
    In our lives we often resist change good or bad it does not matter, we will often fight against it just the same. That idea spawned this poem. The Master's TouchRead more »I now have two compilation volumes available. You can find them here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Simple-Request-Poems/dp/1507658028 http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems/dp/1492992933
  • Friday's Poem

    31 Jul 2015 | 4:05 pm
    This poem was written with the intention of trying to show people why it is that we are left to suffer from adversity from time to time. There are more reasons that we will go through trials than the idea of just what is talked about in this poem, but I really only felt to explore the one. Perhaps at a later date I will try to explore the othersAre My Prayers HeardRead more »I now have two compilation volumes available. You can find them here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Simple-Request-Poems/dp/1507658028 http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems/dp/1492992933
  • Friday's Thought

    31 Jul 2015 | 5:14 am
    I hope this gives you something to think about.I now have two compilation volumes available. You can find them here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Simple-Request-Poems/dp/1507658028 http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems/dp/1492992933
  • Thursday's Poem

    30 Jul 2015 | 3:51 pm
    I often hear people talk about the idea of being worried about sharing the gospel with their friends. My thoughts on this concept are put into this poem. Sharing TreasuresRead more »I now have two compilation volumes available. You can find them here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Simple-Request-Poems/dp/1507658028 http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems/dp/1492992933
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    Erasing Infinite

  • Last Chance: Erasing Infinite Prints

    31 Jul 2015 | 2:34 pm
    Greetings friends – If you’ve wanted to get your hands on an Erasing Infinite print while simultaneously supporting a great innovative press, today’s your last chance! This month, I’m selling a limited edition of Erasing Infinite prints, with proceeds going to support Les Figues Press. Here’s how it works:1) Visit http://www.jennibbaker.com/prints/ to view the five prints available for sale ($25 USD / $32 Canadian). 2) If you’re interested in a print, make a donation in the amount indicated above on my Les Figues Press fundraiser page…
  • Infinite Jest, Page 234: “Just As”

    12 Jul 2015 | 8:06 pm
    “Just As,” erasure poetry from page 234 of David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest
  • Infinite Jest, Page 233: “Make Inquiries”

    8 Jul 2015 | 6:40 pm
    “Make Inquiries,” page 233 from David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest 
  • Infinite Jest, Page 232: “Doughnuts”

    6 Jul 2015 | 7:23 pm
    “Doughnuts,” erasure poetry from page 232 of David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest
  • Infinite Jest, Page 231: “Bone-Box”

    5 Jul 2015 | 10:21 am
    “Bone-Box,” erasure poetry from page 231 of David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest 
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    A Blog By Rohan Bhardwaj

  • Why You Need Motivation Daily?

    rohan bhardwaj
    12 Jul 2015 | 2:36 am
    We often aim for big things, some of us work hard and achieve them while others are just hanging in their shorts and worrying about the next movie flick which would hit their nearby theaters.It is often easy to get lost in other things than pursue our goals like we do other fun things like camping, going out with friends and much more. Whenever we start to do stuffs which are considered as hard work, we start to worry about many things and fall short of inspiration to continue.Here is the thing about inspiration, it doesn't last. You need a system to keep motivating you, if not then help…
  • A Poem On Inner Belief

    rohan bhardwaj
    2 Jul 2015 | 11:14 pm
    We as humans strive hard to our way of success, we fall, stumble, tumble and cry too. How far a person can go is decided by their inner belief in themselves and their willingness to pursue their goals religiously.Our lack of confidence in self makes us less fierce and we fail quite often. As you guys know talent and hard work is the key to fruitful journey, so is belief in our actions motivates us to go that extra mile. Pushing the barriers like a boss, you need to stay positive.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • Why Banana Is The Best Thing Since Sliced Bread?

    rohan bhardwaj
    26 Jun 2015 | 2:04 am
    Banana is a fruit who shares a love-hate relation with many of us. Gym goers are well versed with the usage of banana as the best source for energy and body building. For rest of us, I am here to wake you up and shout in your ears to have one banana a day.Some stay its sticky, not much of a great taste and not appealing. Dare and say it to me. Beyond everything banana is sweet and you can't ignore a fruit-cum-berry which is sweet.Unless you are biologically allergic to banana's there is no reason for you to not consume this heavenly fruit. Lets dig it's benefits.Read more » ©…
  • How To Use Credit Card Efficiently?

    rohan bhardwaj
    21 Jun 2015 | 11:33 pm
    Credit cards are something we all want, but once we have it, we very soon go debt of it. As lucrative it may seem to you, it has its advantages and disadvantages.Before diving into details, you need to first understand the need of yours. Most of us would need credit card, simply because you own one, don't go ahead and start using it. Have a control and use it the way it brings more happiness to you.I have enlisted 7 awesome ways to get your credit card in good usage. Lets explore it.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • Quick Tips To Save Money For Kid

    rohan bhardwaj
    16 Jun 2015 | 7:13 am
    Saving money is our ultimate goal, it is the added security for the unseen future. All of us do it, but we do that  for ourselves and make some share for our children from it.How about saving something differently for them?Having a structured approach in financial planning often saves us the trouble in later years. Being a parent, we keep on pushing ourselves for the expenses which doesn't seems to stop. Let us get prepared for it now, and save money as a parent, analyzing present and future.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
 
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    Powerful Views

  • The Happiness Shack

    Karan Gandhi
    19 Jul 2015 | 2:07 am
        We sat on a rack Of a lovely shack, There was no lack Memories flashback! With my friends three We looked to the seas, To happiness and glee We found all our keys. We turned to the skies From lows to the highs, Looked up to the rise We seized our prize! We uncovered the mist As nature we kissed, We grasped in our wrist Life’s value and gist. We looked to the sun With anxieties none, We suddenly won Our pleasure and fun! Contentment grows Amidst natures glow, All friends, no foes Here gladness flows. You’re invited as well Try the joyous smell, Ring natures bell And forever…
  • Thank You Dear Rains!

    Karan Gandhi
    19 Jun 2015 | 9:57 am
    Drip and drop They just won’t stop Mounts and hill-tops Experience your slop! You come down as grace With drips on our face Your descent from space On all cultures and race! Plants and the trees You mask with your breeze Cold winds at the seas They result in a sneeze! The pakodas and tea Are the happiness key You charge us no fee For our pleasure and glee! Massive are your blessings In God-sent evenings Savoring and relaxing Your presence so calming! Both, poets and authors Are inspired by your showers The earth receives answers Through rains and its waters! Our hearts so long To sing your…
  • Thank you so much

    Karan Gandhi
    29 May 2015 | 9:19 pm
    Dear Friends, I am overwhelmed with your appreciation on articles and poems posted on this blog. Your encouragement means a lot to me, and inspires me to write more. Today, I’d like to introduce you to my website http://karangandhi.org/. While the blog has a collection of my poems, views and reviews; the new website is primarily covering Perspectives & Thoughts on Leadership, Human Capital Management, Strategy, Learning & Self Improvement. I hope that you relish reading this website as much as you enjoyed my blog. A few articles posted on the website are: Attitude of Gratitude…
  • You’re a Golden Sun

    Karan Gandhi
    20 May 2015 | 9:49 am
    Your golden rays, They always amaze No words to praise, Your supernatural glaze. You light our dawn, A new day’s born We finish our yawns At the sunny green lawns. You continually slog Be it mist or fog, No attention you hog What a thankless job! These mountains and skies They shine through your eyes, The lows & the highs You bestow at sun-rise. You bless us with heat Your glimmer so neat, In by-lanes & streets You confer so sweet. Red, orange and yellow They unite to say hello, Your touch so mellow You’re a jolly-good fellow! During monsoons and winters We miss your splinters,…
  • The Wooden Ledge

    Karan Gandhi
    18 Apr 2015 | 5:29 am
    I stood at the edge Of a wooden ledge, Gazing in infinity Looking for divinity! My attention drew To the mountain blue, Time swiftly flew In the scenic view! The lush green trees The enchanting breeze, Life got me to freeze That moment I seized! I don’t want to go Back to the show, I coveted the glow Those moments to grow! I wanted to stay With nature play, Away from the fray Underneath the rays! With responsibilities steep And commitments to keep, I sat in my jeep It was time to sleep! I looked up high To the transparent skies, With tears in my eyes I said good bye! I’ll surely return…
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    Amazing World of Poetry

  • Reality of negation

    3 Aug 2015 | 10:25 am
     Reality of negation is restricted by plurality of oneness. Poetry of creative vision by Igor Marinovsky, is available under CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 license. For further guidelines see Copyright Policy.Public domain image "Cloud Study, Roman Campagna" is attributed to Carlo Baldassare Simelli  From Horace W. Goldsmith Foundation through Robert and Joyce Menschel Belongs to the National Gallery of Art in Washington.
  • Definition of Nothingness

    2 Aug 2015 | 4:06 am
     Nothingness is the absence of existing things and emptiness of meanings. Poetry of creative vision by Igor Marinovsky, is available under CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 license. For further guidelines see Copyright Policy. Bowl with a Shield of Arms Public Domain image From the National Gallery of Artin Washington
  • Rainy Town

    24 Jul 2015 | 10:33 am
     The mighty Lord Rain invaded our town and banished the sunshine away. The days became sullen and dark. The thick unfriendly clouds covered the sky and flows of water are pouring on the streets. The town is totally under control of rainy Lord. It seems there is no hope for liberation. But I believe there will be minute, hour and day when strong wind will drive the clouds and rain away and blessed sun  will send its sprightly brightness to every soul who thirsts for light... Poetry of creative…
  • Five lions and boredom of life

    23 Jul 2015 | 8:49 am
     Five roaring  lions in captivity feel boredom of life and nausea of existence.  Poetry of creative vision by Igor Marinovsky, is available under CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 license. For further guidelines see Copyright Policy.Public domain Painting "Peaches on a Plate" by Auguste RenoirFrom Ailsa Mellon Bruce Collection, Belongs to the National Gallery of Art in Washington
  • Evil Democracy

    16 Jul 2015 | 6:11 am
     Evil democracy terrorizes  individualistic strong willed minorities of peaceful disobedience with its self-righteous haughtiness. Poetry of creative vision by Igor Marinovsky, is available under CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 license. For further guidelines see Copyright Policy.Public domain painting "The Fence" by Camille Pissarro.From Collection of Mr. and Mrs. Paul Mellon, belongs to The National Gallery of Art in Washington.
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    L.M. Frank Originals

  • Pinch

    L.M. Frank
    13 Jul 2015 | 5:25 pm
    PinchI would have gladly wrapped his words around my neck until the noose of his poetry bled me of my last breath.  
  • Static

    L.M. Frank
    3 Jul 2015 | 6:41 am
    StaticI keep thinking about killing myself.  How easy it would be. I am terrified I will do it.  I don’t want to die.  Not really.  I want to kill myself.  I crave the experience.  I want to know what it feels like to die.  Which is why I shouldn’t.  People who want to know what things feel like, who want to feel things, want to live.  But still I worry. I worry because I want to die and I want to die because I worry.  But all of that is just static.  I hope the static doesn’t get too loud. 
  • Pubesence

    L.M. Frank
    1 Jul 2015 | 3:32 pm
    Pubesence She could feel it rolling down her thigh, the strange lamb’s blood of a girl gone mad.  She stood in the mirror and stared as the stain formed in the carpet and the water turned slowly to snow.  She promised not to love him and felt the sorrowful pangs of a tomorrow yet to come aching in her twisting stomach.  She felt in her new breasts the dull-sharp pain of becoming beneath her writhing flesh.  “I am not,” she said to herself.  “I am not,” she said again and again and again until the pain halted and the act of unbeing became. 
  • Places in Time

    L.M. Frank
    26 Jun 2015 | 5:21 pm
    Places in Time Where do you hear the footsteps as you wander in the darkness do you see her as she runs and can you stop her if you try. Will a slap across the mouth be enough to kill the spirit will more be recommended if you want to make her die. What is coming if you listen where are you in endless water can you hear the restless squirrels as they scrounge the scrawny ground. Do you feel the broken ocean and the plates beneath the dirt can you see if you close your ears the mountains falling down. Where are you if things blow over will you watch them will you go if you see a fire in the…
  • Last Tuesday

    L.M. Frank
    26 Jun 2015 | 5:20 pm
    Last Tuesday She crossed herself and laid in a grave, waiting for the diggers to come and cover her up again. 
 
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    Confessions of a Forced Extrovert

  • Happy Friendship Day

    3 Aug 2015 | 10:20 am
    Never mind, she said, Let it go. I'm bleeding from my throat, But I'm afraid no more. I have heard too many 'Bye's in this life, And fewer 'Hello's. I'm a little mad, About you But I'm afraid no more Of stoic rejections, For a wait of a lifetime I'll be there for you, Sings Rembrandts The voices comes from my head And I stretch my arms to hold you Through the screen All I get is A handful
  • Cure For True Love

    2 Aug 2015 | 9:00 am
    It was easy to find A cure for your morning wood. I can give you a thousand solutions To keep it down. a. get a head b. fornicate c. a handjob is nice d. jerk twice ...and I can give you a thousand more. But Its love that's Difficult to fix. It seems True love doesn't have a cure.
  • A Suicidal Mind

    1 Aug 2015 | 8:05 pm
    People are there to tell you Tales of infinite wisdom That they hardly followed. But if someone comes upto you And tells you that Suicide is a cowardly act Give them a razor and Ask them to slit their wrists When their hands flail, Ask them, "Where lies the cowardice now?"
  • I Could Kill An Elephant Right Now

    1 Aug 2015 | 9:05 am
    In, out, in, out, Its all the same, Don't be in doubt. A handful of boobs, A dick and the art of Applying the lubes. It was all about sex, That's how I see it When I see my ex. Or maybe it was money. But you knew, I could never Grease you enough, Honey! A series of "Fuck You!" Dick sucking and stroking, I always knew. But there was more, And you wouldn't know it, I am very sure. Ever heard
  • Kindred Spirit?

    31 Jul 2015 | 9:42 pm
    I broke a little today. Like a biscuit,a cookie Like a Chinese puzzle piece taken away from the original mural. I am the Original. And I gave away A little bit of myself today. That bit will remain with you forever Sorry, but I couldn't explain Kindred spirit to you. That's something beyond words, isn't it? But, don't worry, you will understand Give it time and you would know Your Kindred
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  • The Ravaged Valley, Utter Nonsense, Flash Fiction By Dominique Hodnett

    Dominique Hodnett
    3 Aug 2015 | 11:01 am
    Utter NonsenseFlash FictionBy Dominique Hodnett          Once upon a time, a cheese grater was flying ribbons around the toaster strudel hot pocket, when all of the sudden, the frying pan came from left field and corner pocketed the fish bowl. Then, as if on cue, a marching band full of crab-apples taped a goulash full of microwavable sand chickens into a pot of Cajun fried arrest warrants. Eventually, a Marxist reform party came to my lizard's kitchen in order to pay homage to all of the lost taco bell receipts found at to bottom of…
  • The Ravaged Valley, Just a Dog, Flash Fiction By Dominique Hodnett

    Dominique Hodnett
    2 Aug 2015 | 5:39 pm
    Just a DogFlash FictionBy Dominique Hodnett          I was very young. We were being tailgated and my mom was angry. She accelerated a bit to put some distance between the two cars. She drove faster, he drove faster. She didn’t want to switch lanes in order to let the guy pass because she would be making a turn very soon. All of the sudden, a stray dog ran into the street at what seemed to be his top speed. I remember the dog well even though I only caught a short glimpse of him. He was old, gray, skinny, and filthy. It was obvious that the dog…
  • The Ravaged Valley, Stream of Consciousness Part IV: Take a Deep Breath, A Poem? Flash Fiction? By Dominique Hodnett

    Dominique Hodnett
    2 Aug 2015 | 11:11 am
    Stream of Consciousness Part IV: Take a Deep BreathA Poem? Flash Fiction?By Dominique Hodnett            I would recommend that you take a deep breath of air in order to recite the words that are about to be uploaded into the forum in which many onlookers may or may not wish to observe for their own pleasure and then in return turn around and share this new discovery with the ones who they specifically deem worthy of hearing over those, of course, who would not be as, or even close to being as worthy of such incredible things…
  • M.E.A.B.M.b

    Dominique Hodnett
    31 Jul 2015 | 2:48 pm
    M.E.A.B.M.b       By Dominique Hodnett           My mind is mimicking a model of a mannequin that is meltingSimilar to when a simian is simulating someone who is smeltingEasily the eye is eased by the etching on an easel While I'm wishing to whimsically whistle at a weaselActing upon actors who are actually in action Factoring in the fact that I'm functioning as a farce for a factionBinary bonds are bonding to a bona fidebuffoonAssuming that the assailants are already assumedMasked in the masses are the masters of…
  • Hanging On

    Dominique Hodnett
    31 Jul 2015 | 10:57 am
    Hanging OnA PoemBy DominiqueHodnettIn summer and springThey are flowersHanging from Branches.In fall They are leaves FallingBut never Hitting the ground.In winter Their hanged necks Are ornamentsDecoratingA tree.
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