October 2, 2015 – 1:37 am
from An Interview with Li-Young Lee LYL : The word quest is in that word question. I feel as if I’m going to live my life as a giant question mark. I’m just going to live open, ready to encounter whatever God puts in front of me next. I have fewer and fewer answers. I […]
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September 16, 2015 – 2:31 pm
A man I once asked a question of has died; his son sends a letter A thirsty mouse turns a river. a stone turns a river. Bodiless Words turn us. Jane Hirschfield from The Beauty, Alfred A. Knopf, 2015 Two Recovering Words favorites made the poetry long-list for the 2015 National Book Awards yesterday: Jane […]
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September 14, 2015 – 2:35 pm
from Autumn Quince The world is a blurred version of itself — marred, lovely, and flawed. It is enough Jane Hirschfield from Each Happiness Ringed by Lions, Bloodaxe Books, 2005 from Enough Enough seen….Enough had….Enough… —Arthur Rimbaud No. It will never be enough. Never enough […]
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September 13, 2015 – 10:23 am
Autumn Quince How sad they are, the promises we never return to. They stay in our mouths, roughen the tongue, lead lives of their own. Houses built and unwittingly lived in; a succession of milk bottles brought to the door every morning and taken inside. […]
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September 12, 2015 – 2:27 pm
U.S. Poet Laureate Charles Wright WITH EDDIE AND NANCY IN AREZZO AT THE CAFÉ GRANDE Piero in wraps, the True Cross sotto restauro, Piazza desolate edge Where sunlight breaks it, desolate edge Where sunlight pries it apart A child kicks a soccer ball. Another heads it back. The Fleeting World, Po Chu-I says, short-hops […]
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September 1, 2015 – 9:15 pm
In line at the drugstore it’s finally your turn, and then it’s not as he walks in front of you and puts his things on the counter. The cashier says, Sir, she was next. When he turns to you he is […]
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August 27, 2015 – 9:57 pm
….we are the poem, we have come miles of life, we have survived this far to tell you, go on, go on. Lidia Yuknavitch from The Chronology of Water – A Memoir, Hawthorne Books, 2010 I owe the topic of this blog post to my friend and wonderful poet Rosemary Griebel. A month or so […]
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August 21, 2015 – 7:27 pm
from GOD IS AN AMERICAN Yes, I have a pretty good idea what beauty is. It survives all right. It aches like an open book. It makes it difficult to live. Terrance Hayes (November 1971 – ) from Lighthead, Penguin Poets, 2010 Terrance Hayes, accomplished Black-American […]
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August 17, 2015 – 3:59 pm
Spell for the End of Grief No incantations, no rosemary and statice, no keening women in grim dresses. No cauldrons, no candles, no hickory wands. No honey and chocolate, no sticky buns. No peonies and carnations, no […]
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Two Years Two years of my sister’s illness; the wind whips the river of her last spring. I have burned the beans again. Muriel Rukeyser (1913 – 1980) from The Collected Poems of Muriel Rukeyser, McGraw Hill, 1982 Strange, for me, how poets and poems move like flotsam on a river. Is […]
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