Printed off the WMUR website (http://www.wmur.com/weather/index.html) 12/15/07 at 15:35“A Sloppy Sunday Storm!A major winter storm has marked New Hampshire for its path of wint’ry weather Sunday. Unlike Thursday’s storm, Arctic air will not be able to hold the day completely, and a mélange of nasty weather parfait will fall across the Granite State.”
As I may have mentioned, TubaPants comes at you from the frozen tundra of Northeast Wisconsin. And, like it or not, the Green Bay Packers are more than just our team, they are a way of life for many. Open the phone book, and you’ll be dumbfounded by the number of businesses that [...]
Here is one I wrote a year or so ago...You can see it at http://usads.ms11.net/christmaseve.htmlChristmas Eveby Dana SiebenSnow falls softly asthe tree stands watch.Christmas lights flickerand silvery tinselsways in the slightest breeze,each coming aliveand waving.Tiny elves, fairies, and reindeerhang from each bough,chatting among themselves,about the morning to come.Presents,hidden in silver and gold boxes,sit eager to be found.Outside, in the world,Christmas cheer overcomesworldly hatreds.Love conquers all,and Santa leaves no coalin the Christmas stockings.
Out the side, the edge of my visionso are many of the sources of my poetrythe images out my windowhurtling by for an instant, maybeseeing them, clearly, etchedknowing now howseeing the texture, the purpose,purity, crystallized momentsimages frozen in my wordsDecember 7, 2007
Poetry in Images
at
Instituto Cervantes Manila
9:00am to 8:00pm
December 5, 2007 to January 26, 2008
This poetry and photography exhibit takes us on a tour through Chile, a country whose geographical beauty has provided much inspiration to its poets.
From the northern to the southern part of the country, through words and images, Chilean artists give viewers a [...]
Neko Case has contributed to the current number of Poetry magazine, although not without some misgivings:About twenty minutes after sending my e-mail of acceptance I paused to triumphantly sharpen my claws on the bookcase when I noticed the blazing, neon writing on the wall. It said: YOU'VE NEVER EVEN PASSED ENGLISH 101 AND EVERYONE WHO READS THIS MAGAZINE WILL KNOW IT.We're sure there's room for a sister article in Psychology magazine.
Or Crimes Against Humanity?
Who do you want in your prisons, and why?
And by 'Crimes Against Humanity' I don't mean the kind of crimes that usually go punished at Nuremburg, for history shows that such justice will only be delivered when you've been conquered by an opposing country, as anyone following the progress of scandals such as child abuse, murder, bribery and corruption will be aware.
I mean crimes against people. Murder, rape, robbery. Or, more to the point, getting stabbed in the face, by a drunken pikey from Hackney, who's trying to stab your eyes out after failing to slit your throat...
more...
13/Nov/2007 02:03
John Timpane reviews César Vallejo's Complete Poetry.
What a year was 1922. That year, T.S. Eliot’s poem “The Waste Land” was published. So was James Joyce’s “Ulysses.” So was Jean Toomer’s “Cane.” Whatever “modernism” means, 1922 was one of its peaks.
Also that year, a poet from Peru published a book called “Trilce”—to complete silence at home and abroad. Too different, a departure too far.
New Poetry Book - Color My World
While I had my old Web site, I put together a book in
2002 using a pamphlet program, and the book ended up
being 20 pages on a 8 x 5 1/2 size paper. I had other types
of collections, some of which appear on this Web blog, such
as Love Notes, 100% [...]
“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”
Leonardo da Vinci (1452 – 1519) Italian artist, mathematician, and inventor
John Timpane reviews César Vallejo's The Complete Poetry.
What a year was 1922. That year, T.S. Eliot's poem The Waste Land was published. So was James Joyce's Ulysses. So was Jean Toomer's Cane. Whatever "modernism" means, 1922 was one of its peaks.
Also that year, a poet from Peru published a book called Trilce - to complete silence at home and abroad. Too different, a departure too far.
The
So I was working on a video at Starbucks last night when Shashu (smiling center) walked up to me and asked if I was there for poetry night. I said no. In fact I didn't know that my local Starbucks had a poetry night. I was on my way out when she arrived, but it was a pleasant surprise.
Poets like Lauren Beziers and Fester Bryan are regularly adding their latest poems at the mirandasbeach poetry site Read Fester Bryans latest poem Social Attack at the Rear and lots more poetic contributions at the great http://poetry.mirandasbeach.com/ or read the blog at http://i-love-poems.blogspot.com/If YOU would like to write a poem and get it published on the front page of the site and the blog then all you have to do is send your poem to poetry@mirandasbeach.comWe look forward to receiving your poems -
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How would you like to get something to dress up your laptop or your desktop computer? The answer is a free poetry poster with one of my favorite poems, “If,” illustrated by one of my wildflower photos taken in Texas. Use the poster for wallpaper or the screensaver. You can print it and frame it, [...]
A nice piece by my new internet buddy.by Jeff Gordinier One day it dawns on you that your kid has watched too many episodes of Dora the Explorer. Every time the Dora character known as “Map” shows up on screen and sings, “I’m the Map I’m the Map I’m the Map I’m the Map,” you entertain private fantasies of dousing him in lighter fluid, torching him with a match, and giggling uncontrollably while he flails in agony. If a cartoon inspires this much raw hatred before you catch the train to work, it’s probably not a good idea for your kid to watch a ton of it.So maybe you want to expose your children to fine poetry instead. Which is great, except that you live in a country where some moron makes way more money than you do by writing lyrics like “I’m the Map I’m the Map I’m the Map I’m the Map,” so you’re sort of on your own. And when you come right down to it, reading poems to your adorable offspring is, like breastfeeding, much harder than you think. W
Hiding in PoetryI burn like a furnaceFor you as I waitI ran from my memoryBut I could not escapeIt’s true that I feel like a foolFor falling for youI love you, but I don’t know whyI know I seem crazy to say what I doBut maybe I’m crazy from thinking of youThe moment I laid in your armsThey could do me no harmI felt for you more than you knew--Griffin HouseThere's a tension between the reality of poetry and the reality of daily life. It's fallacious to assume that art is always autobiographical. My dad recently made that mistake after reading some of my lyrics: "Is there something we need to talk about?"Yet I'd guess that the majority of singer-songwriters write primarily about themselves, and I'm no exception. While taping the show for Chicago Acoustic Underground, Michael asked me who This is Not a Love Song is about--laughing, I told him that the information is top secret. Songwriters are experts at obfuscation: I've written autobiographical songs that disguise themselves
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