Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Clair de lune
Friday, March 15, 2013
NewBorder Interview with Rigoberto Gonzalez
Monday, February 11, 2013
Black Rook in Rainy Weather
On the stiff twig up there
Hunches a wet black rook
Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain-
I do not expect a miracle
Or an accident
To set the sight on fire
In my eye, nor seek
Any more in the desultory weather some design,
But let spotted leaves fall as they fall
Without ceremony, or portent.
Although, I admit, I desire,
Occasionally, some backtalk
From the mute sky, I can't honestly complain:
A certain minor light may still
Lean incandescent
Out of kitchen table or chair
As if a celestial burning took
Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then --
Thus hallowing an interval
Otherwise inconsequent
By bestowing largesse, honor
One might say love. At any rate, I now walk
Wary (for it could happen
Even in this dull, ruinous landscape); sceptical
Yet politic, ignorant
Of whatever angel any choose to flare
Suddenly at my elbow. I only know that a rook
Ordering its black feathers can so shine
As to seize my senses, haul
My eyelids up, and grant
A brief respite from fear
Of total neutrality. With luck,
Trekking stubborn through this season
Of fatigue, I shall
Patch together a content
Of sorts. Miracles occur.
If you care to call those spasmodic
Tricks of radiance
Miracles. The wait's begun again,
The long wait for the angel,
For that rare, random descent.
Hunches a wet black rook
Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain-
I do not expect a miracle
Or an accident
To set the sight on fire
In my eye, nor seek
Any more in the desultory weather some design,
But let spotted leaves fall as they fall
Without ceremony, or portent.
Although, I admit, I desire,
Occasionally, some backtalk
From the mute sky, I can't honestly complain:
A certain minor light may still
Lean incandescent
Out of kitchen table or chair
As if a celestial burning took
Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then --
Thus hallowing an interval
Otherwise inconsequent
By bestowing largesse, honor
One might say love. At any rate, I now walk
Wary (for it could happen
Even in this dull, ruinous landscape); sceptical
Yet politic, ignorant
Of whatever angel any choose to flare
Suddenly at my elbow. I only know that a rook
Ordering its black feathers can so shine
As to seize my senses, haul
My eyelids up, and grant
A brief respite from fear
Of total neutrality. With luck,
Trekking stubborn through this season
Of fatigue, I shall
Patch together a content
Of sorts. Miracles occur.
If you care to call those spasmodic
Tricks of radiance
Miracles. The wait's begun again,
The long wait for the angel,
For that rare, random descent.
---Sylvia Plath
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Announcing the Winners of the 3rd Annual Terrain.org Contests
Poetry
Judged by Suzanne Frischkorn, who writes:
“[when I died they found a nest of snakes in my intestines, their backs]” and “Somewhere beyond the curve of the earth, there is a ceremonial bamboo boat” disarmed me with their terrible beauty. These poems appealed to me initially by sound, then by language, and finally with meaning. While the first may appear more abstract than the second both of these poems have many layers. Delving into a difficult poem and finding that the effort opens its secret compartments—and here the compartments are all fastened by spring hinge—is extremely rewarding. That there is beauty in the terrible ruin caused by marine debris, that there is usefulness in decay after death—those snakeskin boots!—is something that may cross our minds when cultivating soil, but not often when contemplating the death of “everything that ties its shoes”. The surprises in these devastating poems make the reader think, and then think again. Like the ghost images that linger in the second poem, these poems linger within the reader. It takes a deft hand to create art that works on multiple levels. I look forward to reading more of the poet’s work.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
First Fig
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light.
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Sunday, August 05, 2012
Rigoberto Gonzalez on Eduardo C. Corral
Saturday, August 04, 2012
Suburban Gothic
Have you picked up Claudine Moreau's Dark Machines yet? Go get yrs!
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
♥ & ♥
Self-Portrait with Tumbling and Lasso is one of my many
& very favorites in the collection.
Swoon.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Fire On Her Tongue
Fire On Her Tongue is now available--the first anthology of contemporary women’s poetry available exclusively for electronic platforms--featuring Kate Greenstreet, Jane Hirshfield, Alicia Ostriker, Patricia Smith, Yours Truly, and many others. Kudos to editors Kelli Russell Agodon & Annette Spaulding-Convy! Go get yrs.
Wednesday, October 05, 2011
♥ this poem from LOCUSPOINT: Seattle
Dream of the Unified Media: LOCUSPOINT: Seattle, 30 September 2006: Of her city, editor Rebecca Loudon wrote, "Seattle is a city known for its rain, its lush green beltways, its flourishing theater and music...
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Thursday, April 07, 2011
Great News!
Paul Guest, one of my favorite people as well as one of my favorite poets, is a 2011 Guggenhiem Fellow!
♥
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
♥
Eduardo C. Corral is the first pick by Carl Philips for the Yale Younger Poets Series -- this news reaffirms my faith in poetry. I can't think of a more deserving poet. A poet who also happens to be charming, sweet, generous and let's not forget handsome. Congratulations, Eduardo, good on ya!
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Friday, August 27, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Today
Lit Windowpane is Celebrating 90 years since the ratification of the 19th Amendment, guaranteeing women the right to vote.
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Monday, July 12, 2010
50/50: Words & Images for Didi Menendez
Edited by Grace Cavalieri, & April Carter Grant
This anthology contains poems, essays, and visual works from writers and poets who have been published by Didi Menendez in MiPOesias magazine, OCHO, Poets and Artists (O&S), or books. Each piece is about or dedicated to Didi in celebration of her long-standing commitment to advancing print and web standards for independent publishing of poetry and art. Full-color interior.
My poem, "Papaya," inspired by the fabulous Didi is included along with poems by Barbra Nightingale, Diego Quiros, Ivy Alvarez, Ron Androla, Nick Piombino, Holly Picano, Michael Parker, Meghan Punschke, Amy King, John Korn, Grady Harp, Jose Parra, David Lehman, Matthew Hittinger, Cheryl Townsend, Andrew Demcak, Bruce Covey, Luc Simonic, Diana Adams, Charles Jensen, Reb Livingston, Karen Hollingsworth, Melissa McEwen, Wiliam Stobb, Nick Carbo, Pris Campbell, Denise Duhamel, Edward Nudelman, Marie-Elizabeth Mali, Geoffrey Gatza, Emma Trelles, Miguel Murphy, Jeremy Baum, Kirk Curnutt, Michelle M. Buchanan, Evie Shockley, Dan Murano, LD Grant, April Carter Grant, Tony Trigilio
Friday, June 18, 2010
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