Tag: scorpio
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* solituding with james schuyler
One of the most moving things about being a poet and sharing the work I do has been hearing feedback from people. I remember years ago after performing at a poetry slam, I had a woman come up to me and quote a line from one of the poems I’d read: “Why are men only…
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* on the vine with denise levertov
Aware – Denise Levertov When I found the door I found the vine leaves speaking among themselves in abundant whispers. My presence made them hush their green breath, embarrassed, the way humans stand up, buttoning their jackets, acting as if they were leaving anyway, as if the conversation had ended just before you arrived. I…
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* stitching along with valerie wallace
I came across this week’s poem – “Winged” by Valerie Wallace – reading through the latest issue of Rust + Moth. I was taken in by the Auden reference to the “old masters” from his poem Musee des Beaux Arts. I find the reference suiting since the impetus for Wallace’s poem comes from Alexander McQueen, whom…
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* taking flight with tranströmer
During my grad studies in NYC, I had the opportunity to go to a reading by Tomas Tranströmer. Sharon Olds and Robert Bly were chosen to present Tranströmer’s work, each reading a selection. Olds delivered his work in a fervent and direct manner, while Bly strode through the poems, pausing at times to exclaim over a line…
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* lining up with charlotte mew
So, at one point during CantoMundo, this happened: This image pretty much sums up my feelings this week in regards to the release of my new chapbook, Corpus Christi Octaves, and all the support people have shown both here on the blog as well as on Facebook and Twitter. To all of you who have sent…
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* a more passionate saying with joel oppenheimer
I don’t revise much these days…except in the interest of a more passionate syntax (Yeats) These words by Yeats were said later in his life to poet John Berryman on their one and only meeting. The idea in them is fascinating, the great poet having gotten to a point where the technical matters got down…
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* rockin’ with Zbigniew Herbert
There are some poems essential to my psyche that I’m surprised I haven’t posted on here yet. This week’s poem by Zbigniew Herbert is one of them. I remember reading it the first time years ago and just being floored. How the subject, a pebble, can be meditated upon and become some larger than itself…
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* sketchiness with Bill Knott
The above is a snapshot of where I’m at in my sketching. While I would love – and will continue to aspire to – sketch nice scenes of trees (really, just trees, nothing too fancy) I keep coming back to these little efforts that make me smirk. Do people groan at visual puns? I’d really…
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* arriving with Denise Levertov
Overland to the Islands – Denise Levertov Let’s go — much as that dog goes, intently haphazard. The Mexican light on a day that “smells like autumn in Connecticut” makes iris ripples on his black gleaming fur — and that too is as one would desire — a radiance consorting with the dance. Under his…
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