Thursday, April 05, 2007
The child that is or isn't in us....
"A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn't play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly." -- Pablo Neruda
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Poetic Irony
"The people fancy they hate poetry, and they are all poets and mystics." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Reading Your Poetry In Public
"A poet who reads his verse in public may have other nasty habits. " ~Robert Heinlein, Time Enough for Love, 1978
I simply could not help myself when I ran across this quote. I cracked up and decided I had to share it with others. Ok, so I am easily amused. It's not the worlds worst vice, but apparently reading you own poems in public may be close.
I simply could not help myself when I ran across this quote. I cracked up and decided I had to share it with others. Ok, so I am easily amused. It's not the worlds worst vice, but apparently reading you own poems in public may be close.
Monday, April 02, 2007
Play Ball!
National Poetry Month - day 2
"Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things." ~ T. S. Eliot
Sunday, April 01, 2007
NaPoWriMo first draft
At Last
“How did someone come at last to the word for patience
And know that it was the right word for patience”
~ W.S. Merwin
No subtle breach of taxation
Deliberation that grew moss up the north side
Persistence before we knew what
It isn’t without end though it may seem
At last it would be in short supply
At some point we all find ourselves
Hanging by that last red nerve
When you reach that point
You just know
* note:
I had intended to post all of my poems for NaPoWriMo on a separate blog linked here but have decided not to. Anything written and posted the dame day is likely a best a draft. Some of these may very well have promise and some not. Clearly it is unlikely any would become a full fledged poem in a single day. It has happened to me but it is rare.
I am posting these on a forum, but otherwise, I'll perhaps give you one every few days or some bits like I do from my journal. That seems to me to be the best course for me to take. As always, your comments are welcome...
“How did someone come at last to the word for patience
And know that it was the right word for patience”
~ W.S. Merwin
No subtle breach of taxation
Deliberation that grew moss up the north side
Persistence before we knew what
It isn’t without end though it may seem
At last it would be in short supply
At some point we all find ourselves
Hanging by that last red nerve
When you reach that point
You just know
* note:
I had intended to post all of my poems for NaPoWriMo on a separate blog linked here but have decided not to. Anything written and posted the dame day is likely a best a draft. Some of these may very well have promise and some not. Clearly it is unlikely any would become a full fledged poem in a single day. It has happened to me but it is rare.
I am posting these on a forum, but otherwise, I'll perhaps give you one every few days or some bits like I do from my journal. That seems to me to be the best course for me to take. As always, your comments are welcome...
National Poetry Month begins....
"A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself" ~ E. M. Forster
Here we are, the first of April...
This month brings us the beginning of Baseball season, National Poetry Month, the time cycle of eternal beginnings. There is so much I like about this month... the month T.S. Eliot referred to as the cruelest of months. Perhaps the fact that my taxes are done and the refund in the bank helps.
To celebrate poetry all month long, I am doing the following....
Here we are, the first of April...
This month brings us the beginning of Baseball season, National Poetry Month, the time cycle of eternal beginnings. There is so much I like about this month... the month T.S. Eliot referred to as the cruelest of months. Perhaps the fact that my taxes are done and the refund in the bank helps.
To celebrate poetry all month long, I am doing the following....
- participating in NaPoEriMo
- posting a poetry related quote each day of the month
- producing a limited edition broadside of one of my poems (100 in all) that I will distribute to anyone as long as they last.
I rather like Forster's quote above. I think people are often looking beyond poems to make something of them they are not. I say, let the poem be itself.
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