Tag: Jose Angel Araguz
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Alan Berecka, dichotomy, and a change
My brother-in-law tells me often, poems once rhymed. (from The Evolving Case for De-evolution) *** The above lines are from the book Remembering the Body (Mongrel Empire Press) by poet Alan Berecka. The book, as hinted by these lines, takes on the preconceived notions of both poetry and life. Dichotomy is the name of the game. […]
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* nerve, context, & the friday influence
The Red Poppy – Louise Gluck The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me. I have a lord in heaven called the sun, and open for him, showing him the fire of my own heart, fire like his presence. What could such glory be if not a […]
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* “Love Dream” in Right Hand Pointing
* “Love Dream” in Right Hand Pointing
Check out my poem “Love Dream” as well as the other great stuff on Right Hand Pointing. The issue is centered on, ahem, short lyric poems.
Happy pointing!
J
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* Masaoka Shiki & life sketches
along this darkling country road comes the lonely voice of a coachman every so often urging his horse on **** The above lyric poem is by Masaoka Shiki (1867-1902), one of the innovators of the modern tanka form *. Tanka is a Japanese poetic form that differs from haiku in that there is room for […]
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* some Rimbaud thoughts & eating your own heart out
I is an other. – Arthur Rimbaud *** Mr. Rimbaud may be responsible for our contemporary poetry workshops. The spirit of these words can be heard around any discussion of a poem in terms of its speaker: the speaker seems real; the speaker isn’t believable; it feels as is if the speaker has issues with […]
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* the friday influence
The sawdust that fell from your hair, I find in my poem today. (Monochord #330, Yannis Ritsos) *** For today’s Friday Influence, I present the work of the Greek poet Yannis Ritsos (1909 – 1990). The above is from a series entitled “Monochords” that was written in one month while in exile, August 1979. Reading […]
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* bert meyers, poems in pockets, and update
Evening on the Farm – Bert Meyers Time for a jacket now, and to put my hands away. I must learn from the stars how a field should look. But one by one, bright children, the stars rush downstairs to meet my horses and hay with an astonished eye. *** […]
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* poets in novels and countdown update
“Coming on the scene, he thought what a mercy shipwrecks were, how clean, their horrors swallowed by the sea. Not so here.” *** The above is from the book I just finished, Bruce Duffy’s Disaster was my God: a novel about the outlaw life of Arthur Rimbaud. The book covers in a meandering manner the […]
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* quote for the weekend
“He who cannot howl will not find his pack.” – Charles Simic *** I consider this blog part of my howl. Thank you for reading. J
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* an admission and the friday influence
Watermelons – Charles Simic * Green Buddhas on the fruit stand. We eat the smiles and spit out the teeth. *** So, I’m going to come clean and admit that I’m a geek about astrology. I don’t swear by it but I do check my horoscope daily and find my chart to be an interesting […]
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