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National Poetry Month: Day Eight, Double Bill
I have quite a few favorite poems by Ginsberg, but since we share a favorite poet in Walt Whitman, I chose to go with this one.
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What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the ( Read more... ) -
National Poetry Month: Day Seven, Songs of Beuren
The Carmina Burana, is a collection of medieval poetry featuring themes that range from the religious to the political, the moral to the erotic, and the Bacchic to the Satirical. Found collected in a monastery, the Songs of Beuren were the work of "goliards", defrocked monks, vagrant students, minor clerics and minstrels. Today, the most famous ( ( Read more... ) -
National Poetry Month: Day Six, Mad Ireland
It had been many years since I'd read or thought of this poem. A friend reminded me of it, when I asked what I should choose next to post here. I want to say coming back to it now with fresh eyes is rewarding, and it is-- but even more rewarding, and bittersweet, is coming back to it with eyes that are older.
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II sought a theme and sought ( Read more... ) -
National Poetry Month: Day Five, the Speed of Darkness
I've been reading this poem for many years now.
It always seems to offer something new, a continual revelation.
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Whoever despises the clitoris despises the penis
Whoever despises the penis despises the cunt
Whoever despises the cunt despises the life of the child.
Resurrection music, silence, and surf.
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National Poetry Month: Day Four, Gods.
Ms. Sexton went out looking for the gods ( Read more... ) -
National Poetry Month: Day Three, the Play's the Thing.
Verse is everywhere, and so is meaning. Even in words that have become so well known that it's an effort to experience them afresh.
Shakespeare can feel at first so monumental, so unapproachable, or even so done, but really his plays are stories of universal human feeling that resonate with any people in any time or place. There we are in all ( Read more... ) -
National Poetry Month: Day Two, Excerpted
He didn't look a thing like a poet, did Theodore Roehtke.
Assigned reading: The Lost Son, one of his first longer works.
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from "The Lost Son"
Snail, snail, glister me forward ( Read more... ) -
National Poetry Month: Day One, Hand Me Down Elegy
I've been posting a poem a day in my journal during April for a few years now. This year will be the first in this journal, though I will be cross-posting. This year there's a bit of a bittersweet feeling about the whole enterprise, what with the very recent passing of Adrienne Rich. So much has been said about her, and her poetry. I can only ( Read more... ) -
All these Goddamn dirtbag neighborhoods.
So. Making a post. It's been a while, so I made an outline! Whatever works. I am going to use my journal, even if it kills me. Well, that's a little far, but I do enjoy hyperbole ( Read more... ) -
Validation theatre.
I've always loathed "Friends".
But I love this project. Presenting, Homophobic Friends.
Homophobic Friends from WayDownEast on Vimeo.
As a very special post script, I'd like to add that if you love, or even just enjoy, "Friends", I don't loathe you. I'm just a humorless feminist. We can still be pals. Don't let "Friends" come between us