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Po´et`ship: December 2006
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N 1 The state or personality of a poet. Thursday, December 28, 2006. A Lost Suitcase and A Game. A: Hello dear,. I wanted to share with you this poem (attached) I read in the New Yorker. It's been a while I got so worked up and excited about a poem, but this one is lovely! Solidly constructed, but utterly lovely. I hope you like it! I think I will check out one of her books from the library; I've been on a library spree! This is just for fun of course, but I think I know what I'd teach, at least the genr...
Po´et`ship: drought
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N 1 The state or personality of a poet. Wednesday, November 22, 2006. Http:/ somethingkaty.blogspot.com/2006/10/open-season.html. A: You know what, and this might be more suited for a prolonged e-mail discussion, or something on Poetship, but I've been in such a rut, feeling completely uninspired, not knowing what to write about. So now, not only do I find this utterly beatiful, but almost miraculous in its subject matter. ( (katyssima) ). Crying in the window of his rig. For every girl he ever fucked.
Po´et`ship: May 2006
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N 1 The state or personality of a poet. Tuesday, May 30, 2006. K: now this… you wrote that magnificent email to me in reply to my email to ahmad and my goings on about prose poetry… you had all that to say about the humanity in poetry. i haven’t responded to it yet, other than saying that it made me happy. I am interested in this idea of empathy as a key ingredient to poetry. do you think it can go both ways? Do i like poetry more than someone else because i am more empathetic than that someone? I’...
Po´et`ship: the lyn and hardy story
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N 1 The state or personality of a poet. Saturday, October 21, 2006. The lyn and hardy story. K: i need to go on a bit of a rant. and you're the only person worthy/willing to hear it. Her name is not only hard to spell, but i've given the woman so many chances that i frankly can't stand her. by "her" i mean her poetry and the persona, real or not, behind the poetry. Http:/ mylifebylynhejinian.blogspot.com/. Now, the blogging format lends itself rather well to her experiment. instead of a year now she ...
Po´et`ship: November 2006
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N 1 The state or personality of a poet. Wednesday, November 22, 2006. Http:/ somethingkaty.blogspot.com/2006/10/open-season.html. A: You know what, and this might be more suited for a prolonged e-mail discussion, or something on Poetship, but I've been in such a rut, feeling completely uninspired, not knowing what to write about. So now, not only do I find this utterly beatiful, but almost miraculous in its subject matter. ( (katyssima) ). Crying in the window of his rig. For every girl he ever fucked.
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March | 2011 | Talking to Myself
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Poetry from Now and Then. Archive for March, 2011. When Cronus Ruled the Earth. March 11, 2011. I bounced the boys on my knees. And spun a story from the seeds of my sour grapes. Sharing with them the news of my disappointing life. 8220;When Cronus ruled the Earth”, I said,. 8220;the Seas sang and the Mountains danced. And Cronus fretted over the Music of the Cosmos. 8220;He foresaw his immortality ending. He saw that he would be overturned. By the ones who called him Father. Your father won’t make...
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Poetry from Now and Then. November 14, 2006. Stooped gentlemen bow,. Their gnarled knees bend and creak. Birds nest in their crowns. Ringing of the Bards XVI – Serial Poetry. October 9, 2006. It’s time, once again, for the Ringing of the Bards. Last time. You may remember, we were left wondering if anyone would ever find Terry’s. Missing submission. Billy. Was left, at the end of last week’s episode, hanging from a virtual cliff, wondering if he would ever be rescued. But back to the action! Solace to he...
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Poetry from Now and Then. When Cronus Ruled the Earth. March 11, 2011. I bounced the boys on my knees. And spun a story from the seeds of my sour grapes. Sharing with them the news of my disappointing life. 8220;When Cronus ruled the Earth”, I said,. 8220;the Seas sang and the Mountains danced. And Cronus fretted over the Music of the Cosmos. 8220;He foresaw his immortality ending. He saw that he would be overturned. By the ones who called him Father. 8220;He worried about Delphi’s warning. Your father w...
For Hollis | Talking to Myself
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Poetry from Now and Then. Laquo; A Song, A Psalm of David. November 7, 2007. In this day and age when 90 is the new 70,. When science makes Sophia Petrillo seem the new Shirley Temple. Why did we have to lose you so soon, Hollis? You were the quintessential gentle giant,. An acrobat the size of an NBA star,. The sprite in the body of an Ent. You were a bundle of contradictions. A rapier wit masked by an unassuming manner,. Diet coke and a chocolate chip cookie. You wondered aloud to me, saying that.
Without | Talking to Myself
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Poetry from Now and Then. When Cronus Ruled the Earth. March 20, 2008. Love without love is a clouded glass. Is a childhood dream, is an adult fear. Love without love is a pleasurable state. Without the problems and pain of love. Life without life is depressing and cold. Violent and sad, brought on by lonliness. Life without life is a troublesome trap. Never escaping, just going in circles. Hate without hate is an envious state. Is a lover’s thorn, is a broken date. Is an evil state. Hate without hate.
Cataract | Talking to Myself
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Poetry from Now and Then. Laquo; Spring Training. March 13, 2008. The doctor confirmed what I already knew,. That the fuzziness creeping in around the edges of my vision. Wasn’t some imagined darkened curtain. But more a milking of the lens. Adding haze to my specificity,. The green twinge of memory sending back. Imagined reflections of different choices. A doubling of vision. Two doors stand before me,. Two paths, two roads, are they behind me or ahead? I made these choices long ago. Or did they make me?
A Song, A Psalm of David | Talking to Myself
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Poetry from Now and Then. Laquo; Sing a Song on Alien Soil. A Song, A Psalm of David. July 18, 2007. A Song, A Psalm of David. Memories of a Visit to Jerusalem, Friday, June 29, 2007. If I wept when I first laid my eyes upon You. Were they tears of sorrow or joy. Or both, commingled in a prayer of gratitude. As I glimpsed Your shining walls and towers. Your rolling hills blinking clean and white. With Jerusalem stone, bathed in sunlight? I first saw Your red-shingled roofs. All creatures of the world.
March | 2008 | Talking to Myself
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Poetry from Now and Then. Archive for March, 2008. March 20, 2008. Love without love is a clouded glass. Is a childhood dream, is an adult fear. Love without love is a pleasurable state. Without the problems and pain of love. Life without life is depressing and cold. Violent and sad, brought on by lonliness. Life without life is a troublesome trap. Never escaping, just going in circles. Hate without hate is an envious state. Is a lover’s thorn, is a broken date. Is an evil state. Hate without hate. Two d...
Spring Training | Talking to Myself
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Poetry from Now and Then. Laquo; For Hollis. February 18, 2008. School’s ceasing; start screaming! Vacation vision, I’m day-dreaming…. Go and get my golden glove,. Ball will be batted to the big sky above. Catcher’s cares are carried away,. Home-run, my hero, will save the play. Pit-pat on the pitching mound. Rain on the rooftop! A poem by my daughter, Rachel (11 years old). Heyy this is sarah, i think this poem is good and it covers a lot of area’s. I enjoyed this poem xx. Thank you to the auther! Stret...
Sing a Song on Alien Soil | Talking to Myself
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Poetry from Now and Then. Laquo; Leafy treetops. A Song, A Psalm of David. Sing a Song on Alien Soil. November 25, 2006. Based on: Psalm 137:4. The plane touches down on an ancient runway. My heart skips a beat as the wheels slow down. I stand, now silent, on my people’s highway. As the dust of the past makes a whispering sound. Eich nashir et shir Adonai. How can we sing to You on this alien soil? This land, our land, is a land so foreign. In all of my years, I had never arrived. Posted in Poems from Now.
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Friday, August 17, 2007. What if you had only a few days to live? In this stage you choose to be happy. Desperately trying to believe that this state of mind will perhaps by a stroke of luck rid you off the pain and things will go back to normal, normal meaning the mundane life; the old grumpy office chair, the complaining parents, the silly friends, the life you got carried away by, that you took it for granted. Posted by Utopianangel at 2:51 PM. Wednesday, November 29, 2006. Prologue to a Crush. All se...
Poets Hideout | A New Poem Posted Every Day
A New Poem Posted Every Day. April 25, 2010 by jessedwilson. The miller’s wife had waited long,. The tea was cold, the fire was dead;. And there might yet be nothing wrong. In how he went and what he said:. 8220;There are no millers any more,”. Was all that she heard him say;. And he had lingered at the door. So long it seemed like yesterday. Sick with a fear that had no form. She knew that she was there at last;. And in the mill there was a warm. And mealy fragrance of the past. Posted in 20th Century.
Po´et`ship
N 1 The state or personality of a poet. Thursday, December 28, 2006. A Lost Suitcase and A Game. A: Hello dear,. I wanted to share with you this poem (attached) I read in the New Yorker. It's been a while I got so worked up and excited about a poem, but this one is lovely! Solidly constructed, but utterly lovely. I hope you like it! I think I will check out one of her books from the library; I've been on a library spree! This is just for fun of course, but I think I know what I'd teach, at least the genr...
Poet Shoes
Tuesday, 13 March 2018. Two or three weeks later, I'm still going with rooms and have begun to build them. Like all ideas, it takes effort every day to keep it alive. Here's a recent one- ten minutes ago- I like. The show opens with the flaneur. I debated about dropping him, until I noticed the tv listing for the Brier wildcard game and decided to keep the flaneur as wild card. As he nears the end of his opening song, he introduces Patty and her situation briefly. She takes over, he fades,. What this sto...
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