Cast iron rims encrusted in clay
appealing to the masses.
Don't go there-
the crowd caters to the mindset
of Yogi Berra.
I read the boxscore daily.
The body count,
and the game goes on.
We're in extra innings
you know.
Friday, December 02, 2005
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Yesterday
Yesterday I was not feeling well.
I did not write.
Did not read.
Did not make an appearance at the WP Open Mic.
I did not write.
Did not read.
Did not make an appearance at the WP Open Mic.
Sunday, November 27, 2005
The Night Stand Game
HOLLYWOOD has been boosting sales in a very unlikely area: poetry books. Sales of two poetry books, one by Elizabeth Bishop and another by E.E. Cummings, more than doubled in some stores in the last month after actress Cameron Diaz read works by the two great American poets in the movie "In Her Shoes."
Poetry
WHAT are you reading? An inventory of my night stand currently has the following:
- Early Occult Memory System of the Lower Midwest - B.H. Fairchild
- Conamara Blues - Poems - John O'Donohue
- The Poetry of Pope John Paul II - Roman Triptych Meditations
- A Company of Readers - W.H. Auden, Jacques Barzun and Lional Trilling
- Her Husband - Hughes and Plath - A Marriage - Diane Middlebrook
- Sylvia Plath - A Critical Study - Tim Kendall
- Wintering - Kate Moses
- Oh Sweet Dancer - W.B. Yeats and Margot Ruddoch Correspondence - Roger McHugh
- John Ashbery - Selected Poems - John Ashbery
- The Best American Poetry 2005 - edited by Robert Pinsky
The last book... I picked it up at Barnes & Noble yesterday while browsing there with my wife. Cathy brought it to me and I flipped through it and proclaimed it a gem! The irony of this is that poetry is not really her thing. It has a really good and quite varied selection from a number of very outstanding journals. That I recall off the top of my head - The Hudson Review, Poetry, Sycamore Review, Slate, Ploughshares, New Letters, 32 Poems, Fence and of course The New Yorker and Atlantic Monthly just to name a few.
So, what's on your night stand?
Poetry
Saturday, November 26, 2005
You are what you write...
"A poet's autobiography is his poetry. Anything else is just a footnote." ~Yevgeny Yentushenko, The Sole Survivor, 1982
I'm presently working on a self-portrait poem - hence I found this quote to be relevant.
I'm presently working on a self-portrait poem - hence I found this quote to be relevant.
Friday, November 25, 2005
An idea - bling!
As I was journaling this morning, an idea came to me that I was intrigued by. I was thinking about all the drafts of poems that I have started and squiggled lines through short phrases that once on the page, I decided did not work. There are many such aborted word clusters that litter the pages of my writing journals. They are at minimum, short thoughts that were cast off as unacceptable for one reason or the other. I was sort of viewing them today as like "out takes" from a film.
I am presently working on a draft of a poem that represents an abstract self-portrait. I suppose it was such abstract thinking that allowed me to toy with the idea of creating a poem from these cast off lines from various different poetic efforts. I have of course, in the past, recycled lines that I thought were good but did not work in a particular poem. But this is something different. This is about using only discarded poem parts to create a whole. So I am noting this here as a reminder in the weeks to come to spend some time on this as a new project. Something to do on a rainy day.
I suppose this is probably not original. Anyone else out there tried this?
I am presently working on a draft of a poem that represents an abstract self-portrait. I suppose it was such abstract thinking that allowed me to toy with the idea of creating a poem from these cast off lines from various different poetic efforts. I have of course, in the past, recycled lines that I thought were good but did not work in a particular poem. But this is something different. This is about using only discarded poem parts to create a whole. So I am noting this here as a reminder in the weeks to come to spend some time on this as a new project. Something to do on a rainy day.
I suppose this is probably not original. Anyone else out there tried this?
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Happy Thanksgiving from Stick Poet
"We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures." ~Thornton Wilder
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