This Woman Needs Help!

I just read a wonderfully insane poem and am convinced that the writer needs help. And I hope she gets it!

The help she needs is the fulfillment of her desire to get into the MFA program at the University of Houston. I adore her poem titled This is Not the First Time You can get both the poem and her blog about the style in which she aims her writing at the link.

Katey... I wish you every success in achieving your aspiration.

11.22

arthur, my arthur,
why and by whom?
your table split asunder in one afternoon
your blood splattered upon your queen
did so clash with pink.
grown men like babies bewailed;
moaning and weeping spread
beyond the grassy knoll
a tear touched my cheek
and froze in time

Thursday - This and That

My thanks to Michaela Cooper for sharing the link to Samizdata.net which has a wonderful Lexicon of blog related words you likely have never heard of. I found looking at some of the terms very entertaining.

Silent Lucidity has moved sites. I've updated the link in the sidebar too.

Annie Sexton tribute this Sunday in Boston.

Exposing Injustice Through Poetry -- New poetry compilation seeks to highlight brutality of society

and the saddest, but hopeful thing of all...

Aimee's - What the Cabbies Said to Me Is so not bad... Unless perhaps you are using my teenage daughter's vernacular.

Bad Art

When I am finishing a picture I hold some God-made object up to it-a rock, a flower, the branch of a tree or my hand-as a kind of final test. If the painting stands up beside a thing man cannot make, the painting is authentic. If there's a clash between the two, it is bad art. -- Marc Chagall


His work was that curious mixture of bad painting and good intentions that always entitles a man to be called a representative British artist. -- Oscar Wild

Baculine Poet

Relegated to the corner stool
I contemplate my crime
Maybe it was meter, No
I bet it was my rhyme.

Felt ashamed and isolated till I realized
There are four corners and others too
Who are plagues against humanity
War mongers, ax murders and a slum lord I once knew.

Still, deviating from form at times
On others I did inflict
Malfeasance, but not without passion
Bad poems are my crimes.

2004 Poetry Market - - It's Here!!!!