Sunday, November 21, 2010

Saint Paul, Sidewalks, Poetry

Need I say more? Well, here's a link to a public tv episode that aired last week that does say a little bit more. Note the very green trees in it, a welcome reminder of other seasons on this gray and icy morning with no one out and about. It's eerily quiet. No traffic. No pedestrians. No dogs.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Faulkner

Pyromaniacs,
fecund summers,
sentences longer than trains.

Found poem taken verbatim from a conversation with C. Oliver, 11/9/10

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Ego

"Saul Bellow, who won the Nobel for literature in 1976, was said to have grown wistful every October after that, because you can only win it once."
—Adam Gopnik, in the Oct. 18 New Yorker

Prose Poet David Shumate on Writing Poetry

Poetry is a strange endeavor. You go snooping about. Sticking your nose into other people's business. Turning your soul inside out. Then you huddle over a paper for hours to give voice to what you have learned, and in the words of the great Uruguayan writer Eduardo Galeano, ". . . try to find words that are better than silence."

# # #

I seek words and images that possess the honesty of stones. Of water.

I want the poem to glow in the dark.

# # #

Sometimes, as the pieces of a poem are taking shape, I feel momentarily whole. As if the senses, the mind, the intellect, the ego, and some spiritual core have fallen into synchrony.

This is a seductive feeling. I return the next morning hoping a poem will lead me there again.

I hope the poem conducts the reader on a similar journey.

— from Making Poems: Forty Poems with Commentary by the Poets, edited by Todd Davis & Erin Murphy

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Dream Word

Last night my unconscious mind created the following word and definition:

anchinth—an archaic term for anxiety.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Queries

What's going on with Michael Jordan's new Hitler mustache? Doesn't he have personal advisors to keep him from making such ill-considered moves? Didn't anyone at Hanes or their ad agency balk at it? And why haven't the good, snarky folks at Deadspin addressed this yet?

As I look further into this, I realize this ad campaign first ran in May. Why hasn't Hanes pulled it? Does a retired basketball player with facial hair stolen from the fuhrer really help move men's underwear?