Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Disconnected responsibility (Dobyns)
How nice to have a system of disconnected responsibility, to blame one otherworldly power for being the cause of a problem and to ask another otherworldly power to fix it.
Stephen Dobyns, from "Nickel"
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Monday, September 28, 2015
Friday, September 25, 2015
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
On the luminous
The luminous is a human experience; as such, it does not require the hypothesis of a supernatural origin or trigger.
Labels: thought
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Monday, September 21, 2015
Hair-splittings (Williams)
I began to feel that a great deal of human interaction, a large portion of real moral sensibility and concern, had somehow been usurped from the poets by the novel and drama...It felt to me as though anything that was on a large emotional scale, anything truly passionate, absorbing, or crucial, had been forsaken by poetry. What the poets of our time seemed to be left with were subtleties, hair-splittings, minute recordings of a delicate atmosphere.
C. K. Williams
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Sunday, September 20, 2015
Supple confusions (Eliot)
Think now
She gives when our attention is distracted
And what she gives, gives with such supple confusions
That the giving famishes the craving. Gives too late
What's not believed in, or is still believed,
In memory only, reconsidered passion. Gives too soon
Into weak hands, what's thought can be dispensed with...
T.S. Eliot, from "Gerontion"
Labels: poetry
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Friday, September 18, 2015
Thursday, September 17, 2015
The Bicycle Review
So apparently The Bicycle Review published two of my poems, "Critic" and "Critic 2", last October (Issue 30). There was a snafu and I was never notified, and I only recently found them via a Google search. Still, it's good news and I'm glad to have work in their publication!
Labels: publication notice
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Monday, September 14, 2015
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Friday, September 11, 2015
Thursday, September 10, 2015
What is wasted
What is wasted in one place, position, or time may be revered in another.
Labels: thought
Wednesday, September 09, 2015
The fact has not (Crane)
A man said to the universe:
"Sir, I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."
Stephen Crane
Labels: poetry
Tuesday, September 08, 2015
Monday, September 07, 2015
Sleep (Sandburg)
Sleep is a belonging of all; even if all songs are old songs and the
singing heart is snuffed out like a switchman’s lantern with the oil
gone, even if we forget our names and houses in the finish, the secret
of sleep is left us, sleep belongs to all, sleep is the first and last and
best of all.
Carl Sandburg, from "Work Gangs"
Labels: poetry
Sunday, September 06, 2015
Impossible distances (Crane)
There was set before me a mighty hill,
And long days I climbed
Through regions of snow.
When I had before me the summit-view,
It seemed that my labor
Had been to see gardens
Lying at impossible distances.
Stephen Crane
Labels: poetry
Friday, September 04, 2015
Thursday, September 03, 2015
On opinions
Opinions should be examined, questioned, debated, and sometimes revised, but it is an absurdity to apologize for them.
Labels: thought
Wednesday, September 02, 2015
Tuesday, September 01, 2015