Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
This is one of two quotes on the cover page.
"After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say I want to see the manager."
This quote by William S. Burroughs might give you an idea of the contents.
- If not here is more info.
Poems about Nancy Pelosi, The Home Shopping Channel, TSA, tuna fish, boxelder bugs, Alfred Hitchcock, fudge, pop icons on drugs, fish, long distance computer romance and many more contemporary topics are between the covers. Some people drink, get depressed, go camping, overeat, meditate, get involved in political movements or go on vacation (short list of give me a break from the madness things to do). I write poems when everything gets to be too much and even when it isn't.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
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Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Why does the poet stop the line (line break) when he or she does? It is not a simple decision since the 20th century arrived and poets began to experiment with more than traditional blank verse that consisted of repeated predictable patterns of stressed and unstressed syllables.
Where does a line end or begin in a poem? Its intent, content and form is not the same as a line in prose. Reading A BROKEN THING- POETS ON THE LINE is like falling into an alternate universe where words, sounds, pacing, silence, page margins, enjambment, compression, wide open spaces all take on a powerful vibrant life of their own. Political views can even be seen in the construction of the line! A poem is not a static thing. The variation of structure are endless.
Think about this-
When a line ends there is often silence. What does that silence do? Is the empty space in a line soundless?
In this book of essays poets tell readers how they see the line and how they use it in their work and how others use it.
I particularly enjoyed these essays:
Who is Flying this Plane? The prose poem and the life of the line by Hadara Bar-Nadua.
Croon: A Brief on the Line by Tim Seibles
Three Takes on the Line by Catherine Barnett
This is an anthology you can read again and again.
Read more about blank verse (the traditional poetic form) here
Monday, October 31, 2011
FRiGG | Fall 2011/issue 34/"The Man from TSA— Unrequited Love Did Not Stop Glenn Close" and Other Poems
My comments about my five poems published in the Winter 2011 issue of Frigg.
These poems are about present-time experiences and the memory of past experiences (childhood, family gatherings, regular trash-collection pickup—kinder, gentler times (nostalgia perhaps?) and the effect the craziness of today’s world can have on our psyches.
The world is transforming. Changes are everywhere. All is in flux. I've been reacting to many of the changes by writing poems, some are humorous. Comedy and tragedy are siblings.
Is it tragic that change is in the air? Probably not but like all transformation letting go of the past is not easy. What to keep and what to let go?
Frigg is a gem of an online magazine. If you haven't read Frigg you are in for a treat. Enjoy the the covers and layout designed by EnoaraF.
Check out Frigg's Archives
Friday, October 21, 2011
Can Poetry Help to Create Peace in this World? Can the Arts in General Promote Understanding and Peace Between Cultures?
Midas Public Relations
News for release: 21 October 2011
POETRY TOWARDS PEACEFUL CO-EXISTENCE
Promoting dialogue between civilisations through poetry –
Dubai forum comes to London
"Seminars and themes presented at The Foundation of Abdulaziz Saud Al-Babtain's Prize for Poetic Creativity’s literary and intellectual symposium in Dubai (17-18 October) were discussed yesterday evening at an event held at The Mosaic Rooms, London.
The Dubai forum, entitled "Poetry Towards Peaceful Co-Existence", was held under the patronage of His Highness Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum, Vice-President of the United Arab Emirates, Prime Minister and Ruler of Dubai, who attended the opening session. The London forum was programmed to complement the subject areas debated in Dubai. The two events were linked by author and broadcaster Paul Blezard, who flew from Dubai to London, to participate in both Forums.
In his opening speech in Dubai, Abdul Aziz Saud Al-Babtain, Chairman of The Foundation, highlighted the role of poetry in promoting dialogue between civilisations and said that the decision to hold the event in Dubai reflected the Emirate’s leading role in bringing about peaceful coexistence and understanding between people from different cultural backgrounds.
Speakers who took part in the London event were:
· Rosie Goldsmith, journalist and broadcaster, chair
· Sarah Ardizzone, award winning translator
· Sharmila Beezmohun, deputy editor Wasafiri magazine
· Paul Blezard, Literary director, The Firebird Poetry Prizes
· Christina Patterson , writer and columnist, The Independent
· Rhona Wells, assistant editor, The Middle East magazine
The London panellists discussed issues of translation and interpretation, poetry and performance, as well as debating the role poetry can play in today’s world, and its impact on different cultures globally.
The Dubai Forum was attended by Arab and foreign academics and poets from five continents. Sessions discussed the impact of Arabic and world poetry on human communication throughout the ages, and readings from an international line up of poets included prolific writer and poet Yang Lian from Beijing; Egyptian poet and writer Yaser Anwar; poet and cultural critic Kirpal Singh from Singapore; American poet, essayist and professor Brian Turner and the International Kristal Vilenica Prize 2009 winner Luljeta Lleshanaku from Albania.
The head of The Foundation, Abdul Aziz Saud Al-Babtain, himself a prominent Kuwaiti poet and businessman, well known in Kuwait, the Gulf area and the Arab world, established and fully financed The Foundation of Abdulaziz Saud Al-Babtain's Prize for Poetic Creativity.
Abdul Aziz Saud Al-Babtain, Chairman of the Foundation, said: “I am delighted with the response to the Forum in Dubai. Academics and poets travelled from far and wide to take part in the symposium, and the result was three days of inspiring speeches and debate. Speakers were in general agreement with the theme of this year’s Forum – that poetry can play a role in developing cultural understanding in a time of political, social and economic change around the world.”
Sunday, October 9, 2011
In the where we are world
intangible and tangled
a space of movies in holy time
there is no waiting to rewrite the script.
It is happening as the popcorn crunches
in our mouths
as gunshots and diplomats talk
pulverizing the seeds of the living.
I am the seed they are trying to kill
created from an inner space of infinity
from musical strings a universe Einstein
could not imagine but longed for.
The Theory of Everything is in the oscillating ringing
the waves of unified motion
the tender inquisitiveness of time.
Vibration is all there is and time knows this.
Chords of sounds sunbathing on legs, arms,
lips, eyes, and inward in to ecstasy
grandiose and microscopic.
Wide open sounds that tenderize sunburns
and dance as the black holes pop open
when the journey is over
and we are sucked back into the beginning of time
where we see ourselves
The seed they try to kill
waving undulating holding an infinite space
where fear is not found is the dream maker
of this dream time.
It will never be destroyed
Earth light beams into waters
that are in touch with feeling.
Waters that rush still
with a happiness our human minds
would dance on the head of a pin to find.
Minted green foliage grows
light bound untangled
with all, lives in peace birthing choruses
with the bark of its neighbor.
Earth light is the director of sprouting seed souls
creator of the trunk and the roots.
It digs down
humming to earth.
In this where we are world change
sits in each quark of non linear time
rejoicing in the
of a creative mind.
Whirlpools of possibilities swim
as seed in little husks and kernels that
go dance or slide or ride
in the earth's decay, in it rise
in the soul's ability to multiple
with help from the chorus master who lives
sleeps and breaths
in each of us.
harmonizing all in creative reverie.
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Thursday, September 22, 2011
By the Salem Sea
Boats numbered by the sun
widows waiting for the one
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Writing a poem with 140 words (including spaces) is no easy feat. Word choice is always important when you write anything. In poetry it is critical. I found this 140 word tweet a wonderful challenge. I focused on creating the feel of the sea and beach with imagery and sound (alliteration). Although the 3 stanzas are posted as one poem, to me they are each separate snapshots of the beach, sea, and Salem.
Salem Mass is known for its Victorian homes that have widow walks where sailors' wives kept watch waiting for their loved ones to come home from the sea.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
There is a lot of good reading in the summer Eclectica: poetry, fiction, travel pieces, commentary, non-fiction, book reviews and interviews. I interviewed poet John Vick whose You Tube "conceptual" poetry caught my eye.
Poet Kimberly Becker interviewed poet Molly McGlennen author of Fried Fish and Flour Biscuits.
Poetry editor Jennifer Finstrom offers an opportunity to meet a word challenge each issue.
Read more about this at
Saturday, August 6, 2011
"Hello from Angella and Todd!
We have news.
We've got a really exciting new partnership to tell you about.
This year, with your help, we'll produce 12-15 new motionpoems to accompany Scribner's celebrated annual Best American Poetry anthology... the 2011 volume. It's a new pilot-year collaboration that significantly raises the profile for us. It means we'll be working with a stellar lineup of poets this summer, from emerging writers to multiple Pulitzer Prize winners. The completed projects will be free online for general audiences and educators. The entire publishing industry will be watching. We can't wait to show you the results!"Read the rest.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Volume 5 Issue 2 June 2011
What's it like to be disabled or have a chronic illness? How do you experience life and how do others experience you? The poems in Wordgathering are written by people who understand. They show the reader a world not everyone knows and worlds that are all too familiar to people dealing with daily challenges whether their own or loved ones. Many of the poems in this online magazine grasp the human condition in a profound way.
Other poets in this issue.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
and frightened. Don't open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Listen to audios of Rumi's poetry
Sunday, June 19, 2011
There are days when I find what the naysayers say about B.C.'s poetry true. Other days I revel in his writing for the very same reasons. Some days all I want is a warm piece of freshly baked bread smothered with butter or an apple in a poem that is an an apple nothing more.
Among the poets whose work appears in the anthology are Stephen Dobyns, Sharon Olds, Phillip Levine, Charles Simic, David Ray, Rebecca Wee, Naomi Shihab Nye, Lucille Clifton and Daisey Fried.
where the princess is not
flinging herself down the stairs.
Hansel and Great,
Bounty and the Beast,
where the beauty
has a pillowed breast,
and fingers plump as sausage.
I am thinking of a fairy tale
that is not yet written,
for a teller not yet born,
for a listener not yet conceived,
for a world not yet won,
where everything round is good:
the sun, wheels, cookies, and the princess.
~ Jane Yolen
|My Father's Hat|
|by Mark Irwin|
Sunday mornings I would reach high into his dark closet while standing on a chair and tiptoeing reach higher, touching, sometimes fumbling the soft crowns and imagine I was in a forest, wind hymning through pines, where the musky scent of rain clinging to damp earth was his scent I loved, lingering on bands, leather, and on the inner silk crowns where I would smell his hair and almost think I was being held, or climbing a tree, touching the yellow fruit, leaves whose scent was that of a clove in the godsome air, as now, thinking of his fabulous sleep, I stand on this canyon floor and watch light slowly close on water I'm not sure is there.
Dog's Death by John Updike
Sunday, May 15, 2011
In my recent month or so of feeling totally uninspired I've been reading fiction. I've finished reading Kalfka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami. This book was published in 2005. I haven't written a poem related to the reading of this book (yet) but I can tell you this author inspired me.
"Murakami is an aficionado of the drowsy interstices of everyday life, reality's cul-de-sacs, places so filled with the nothing that happens in them that they become uncanny: hallways, highway rest stops, vacant lots. Although the dreamlike quality of his work makes the film director David Lynch his nearest American counterpart, Lynch's palette is primarily nocturnal while Murakami's welcomes the noontime sun. No one is better at evoking the spookiness of midday in a quiet neighborhood when everyone is at work.
A lot of things happen in Murakami's novels, but what lingers longest in the memory is this distinctive mood, a stillness pregnant with . . . what? Some meaning that's forever slipping away. The author achieves this effect by doing everything wrong, at least by Western literary standards. Over the years, his prose has become increasingly, and even militantly, simple. Although Murakami is both an admirer and a translator of Raymond Carver, this simplicity isn't the semaphoric purity of American minimalism. Partisans of the beautiful sentence will find little sustenance here."
From the New York Times review of Kalfka on the Shore by Laura Miller. Read the rest at
To me the story of Kalfka on the Shore is poetry and philosophy, evolutionary history and Greek tragedy. I felt suspended in time where time was held hostage didn't move and also where time became urgent, time was running out, a time portal to change Kalfka's fate would close soon. Dreams, alternate realities, fish falling from the sky, talking cats, murder, lost soldiers from WW II who had not aged stuck in a forest time warp, free will vs fate, big questions woven into this strange dreamlike novel set in contemporary Japan. This novel opened or stimulated my "mind or emotions to a high level of feeling or activity." Defintion 1
What it did was take me into another reality, the journey of Kalfka Tamura a 15 year old who ran away from home and an old man Nakata who is challenged by an old head injury. He says he is not too smart but he is magical. These two characters are drawn together in the end of the story to change reality playing their pre-ordained roles. Lives end, others begin. Time moves on.
No poem yet but I can feel one forming. I think the lesson for me when experiencing a dry spell in writing a poem, is to let the field remain fallow yet plant the seeds of future growth. In my case this time the seeds are reading fiction.
Friday, May 13, 2011
- The Massachusetts Poetry Festival – a unique 2 day gathering of poets and poetry lovers from across the Commonwealth for readings, workshops, panels, concerts, a small press fair and more
- Taking poetry to people: we sponsor poets to work in schools, senior centers, prisons and communities.
- Assisting more readers to read and reconnect with poetry
- Working with teachers to assist them to work with poetry in the classroom
- Creating a central information center for poets and poetry readers and lovers to find reading series, workshops, MFA programs, and other resources
- Building a robust website to support all of these activities
- Linking together all the dispirit strands of the Massachusetts poetry community to promote more collaboration, respect and communication
- Read the rest at about at http://masspoetry.crowdvine.com/
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
Celebrate! April is National Poetry Month -Write a Poem- Poetry Prompt in This Post, Buy a Book, Watch Poets on You Tube, Go to a Reading.
"Inaugurated by the Academy of American Poets in 1996, National Poetry Month is now held every April, when publishers, booksellers, literary organizations, libraries, schools and poets around the country band together to celebrate poetry and its vital place in American culture. Thousands of businesses and non-profit organizations participate through readings, festivals, book displays, workshops, and other events."
Read the rest
Write a Poem
Write a poem about what a poem is to you
and or second prompt- write about nuclear energy,
its power, its uses, our responsibilities so that it does not
go Kaboom! A third prompt- Write about an April Fool.
Here is my poem (first draft).
They are powerless
was created by a man's brain waves
On the floor next to the table
Take a nuclear power plant
It was made to not spill
Radioactive waste in the ground
The metal things are powerless
They are our Frankenstein
Al or Shelley for good or evil
For better or worse
In sickness or in health
We are wedded to them
With no life asssurance policy
You Tube- Poet Videos
Women's Poetry Slam
Emily Dickinson - I Heard A Fly Buzz When I Died
Buy a Book - My Chapbooks (A little self promotion)
Poetry Readings April 2011- Events Calendar
You can google to find more events in your area.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
I'm reading Words Facing East by Kimberly L. Becker. Ms. Becker's love of nature, her investigation of her Indian heritage and the struggles of her ancestors and their descendants, her relationship with her son and other significant people in her life create passionate poems of loss, anger, longing, discovery, affirmation and healing.
Praise for the Poems
Read the rest of this poem.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Volume 4, Number 3
This issue is a tribute to the late poet and novelist Jayne Pupek.
The poetry section includes the work of Jon Vick, Miriam N. Kotzin, Bebe Cook, Barbara Henning and others.
Shin Yui Pai writes on her website" I am the author of seven books of poetry, as well as an oral historian, photographer, and editor. My work has appeared in publications throughout the U.S., Japan, China, Taiwan, The United Kingdom, and Canada."
I find her work inspiring.See the trailer for her latest poetry book (many poets are making trailers for their books. It's taken me sometime to get used to this). Trailers were for movies or fiction books, why not poetry collections.
and read a recent interview
in the January 2011 issue of Eclectica
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Rain is a truly important book, not only in the development of this must-read poet, but because it engages with the rough and tumble of life in a way we recognise as true. Read it now, before it becomes famous.—Fiona Sampson, The Independent
I am not always a fan of what is considered well crafted traditional poems. Often they feel dry to me or too controlled. There is no "pop." I have to work to get the meaning and when I do I say, hmm. Paterson's poetry in RAIN has that subtle pop and is well crafted. The "pop" to me is the way the poem shows how life feels. The poems are a joy to read. Read The New Yorker review.
In “Rain,” what matters is children, friends, and work. What also matters, it turns out, is matter, matter driven by the uncompromising laws of matter. Friends die, work comes to nothing, a child’s pride is undone by “the flutter in his signature.” Imagining people, for Paterson, requires imagining with equal and competing sympathy the enormous latticework of impersonal, indifferent matter that surrounds them. Mentions Robert Frost. The heart of the book isn’t loss, exactly, but, rather, a crisis over how to think about loss.
rain, braiding a windowpane
or darkening a hung-out dress
or streaming down her upturned face;
one long thundering downpour
right through the empty script and score
before the act, before the blame,
before the lens pulls through the frame
Read more http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2008/05/26/080526po_poem_paterson#ixzz1AS8kITcs