The Beloved is Dead The beloved is dead. Limbs And all the body’s Miraculous parts Scattered across Egypt, Stained with dark mud. We must find them, gather Them together, bring them Into a single place As an anthologist might collect All the poems that matter Into a single book, a book Which is the body […]
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By Richard Osler
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Posted in Poetry
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Tagged Concerning The Book That Is The Body Of The Beloved, Covetous, Eamon Grennan, Elizabeth Bishop, Erin Murphy, Gregory Orr, Making Poems - Forty Poems with Commentary by the Poets, Per Contra, Shane Bernholdt, Start of March Connemara, The End of March, The Sun This March, Wallace Stevens
April 18, 2013 – 10:00 pm
Last Friday at 7.30 PM more than a hundred of us crammed into the The Moca House on Hillside in Victoria. There were line ups at the bar for cookies and such, coffee and beer but we were there for even stronger and more nourishing fare. It was the launch of the anthology Poems From […]
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I am so glad to have attentive readers of my blog! And they were working overtime earlier this week thanks to poem called The Purposes of Poetry by Marilyn Chandler McEntyre, a professor at the University of California. Here’s her poem: The Purposes of Poetry To find a way of putting what can’t be said […]
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A few days ago I was high up – about 900 feet – on a mountain top overlooking hills and vineyards, stretched along the valley floor, in California’s wine country. I have a glass of Chardonnay in one hand – it would seem heretical not to – in this area that celebrates the ubiquity of […]
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At the 2013 Palm Beach Poetry Festival, the American poet Jane Hirschfield (1953 -) was asked to pick a poem that had inspired her. She demurred by saying she owed most to all the poets who have been sharing their words for the past 40,000 years. And Greg Orr (1947 – ), another fine American poet (see […]
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“The Book” and the Art of Poetic Provenance
The Beloved is Dead The beloved is dead. Limbs And all the body’s Miraculous parts Scattered across Egypt, Stained with dark mud. We must find them, gather Them together, bring them Into a single place As an anthologist might collect All the poems that matter Into a single book, a book Which is the body […]
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