Tribe.net. Local Connections barnaby http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net/thread/87007b17-822f-4bb3-b023-4a55a61c818b 2008-01-07T06:13:16Z 2008-01-06T04:18:03Z

<div>I just started in on William Carlos Williams's magnum opus. Since I just cracked it I'll probably pop in later with future thoughts as I work my way through it. My initial response is incredibly positive. <br/> <br/>WCW has often left me a little cold for reasons I can't quite put my finger on. Some of his early poems, which I gather are intended to be unadorned slice-of-life vignettes describing the everyday, strike me as pastoral-bucolic from today's standards. It may have once been that the red wheelbarrow glazed with rain water was an everyday occurrence, but in my postmodern world it's a rarity that borders on precious. <br/> <br/>I do admire the vitality and clarity of his images, though, which at times flow like cold clear water and wash the senses with vigor. At times I'm in pure awe of his craft: <br/> <br/>the sea is circled and sways <br/>peacefully upon its plantlike stem <br/> <br/>Who could fail to be moved by the beauty of such an observation? <br/> <br/>Now I've begun Paterson and must say I'm quite dazzled by its opening salvos. The organizing structure of individual as city is expansive enough to be limitless in its compositional possibilities, and already he has made excellent use of both symbol and didactic history as fuel for his work. What he has not yet done is convey a persuasive sense of how his prosaic discursions relate to the architecture of the individual mind. It is interesting to read about the landing of a great fish or a preacher's wife who vanished off of a precipice, but how that pertains to Paterson as a symbol of an individual consciousness eludes me. I anticipate he will make this clear in time. </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net">I Read Poetry</a> - 2 replies </div>

barnaby 2008-01-06T04:18:03Z http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net/thread/7c841e74-2c9f-47b7-b107-f821e605cdbd 2007-10-09T05:05:29Z 2006-02-03T01:58:09Z

<div>Anyone have any new (or old) poetry they'd like to share? Here's one of mine to start. <br/>--------------------------------------- <br/>for bukowski <br/> <br/>i felt like bukowski <br/>reading his poetry <br/>except that i’m a coward <br/>cream and three sugars <br/>his was black <br/>there was that and i didn’t <br/>go to the track <br/>bet on four legged animals <br/>with little men <br/>called jockey <br/>i didn’t have brown underwear <br/>pound wine with <br/>onehundreddollar whores <br/>i didn’t have a landlady <br/>though i did respect cats <br/>and think <br/>if men could be like that <br/>i felt like bukowski <br/>in that i love workers <br/>now i am on the outside <br/>i felt like bukowski <br/>vulgar tongues <br/>shiftless eyes and the street <br/>paper bags by the train <br/>newsweek and the times <br/>a single bare bulb <br/>hangs my regret <br/>like a snarling sheriff <br/>who just shit his pants <br/>in the presence of a <br/>true criminal <br/>i felt like bukowski <br/>i loved tits and ass <br/>the way they came together <br/>truly was a sight <br/>a bad joke of sorts that <br/>even though i didn’t <br/>i wanted to go <br/>to the track <br/>bet on no. 6 <br/>i felt like bukowski when i <br/>showed them my man <br/>i felt like him when they turned over <br/>spit alcohol <br/>across the wall paper for no <br/>good reason and laughed <br/>i felt like him when i laughed back <br/>most of all i felt like bukowski <br/>without the roses <br/>he died in a motel room <br/>or maybe i’m a liar too <br/>--------------------------------------------------</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net">I Read Poetry</a> - 4 replies </div>

2006-02-03T01:58:09Z J Timothy http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net/thread/95eed812-f020-4e87-921d-869196b4de6e 2007-10-08T00:37:40Z 2007-10-08T00:37:40Z

<div>anyone lived in a pretty how town <br/>by E. E. Cummings <br/> <br/>anyone lived in a pretty how town <br/> <br/>(with up so floating many bells down) <br/> <br/>spring summer autumn winter <br/> <br/>he sang his didn't he danced his did <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/>Women and men(both little and small) <br/> <br/>cared for anyone not at all <br/> <br/>they sowed their isn't they reaped their same <br/> <br/>sun moon stars rain <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/>children guessed(but only a few <br/> <br/>and down they forgot as up they grew <br/> <br/>autumn winter spring summer) <br/> <br/>that noone loved him more by more <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/>when by now and tree by leaf <br/> <br/>she laughed his joy she cried his grief <br/> <br/>bird by snow and stir by still <br/> <br/>anyone's any was all to her <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/>someones married their everyones <br/> <br/>laughed their cryings and did their dance <br/> <br/>(sleep wake hope and then)they <br/> <br/>said their nevers they slept their dream <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/>stars rain sun moon <br/> <br/>(and only the snow can begin to explain <br/> <br/>how children are apt to forget to remember <br/> <br/>with up so floating many bells down) <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/>one day anyone died i guess <br/> <br/>(and noone stooped to kiss his face) <br/> <br/>busy folk buried them side by side <br/> <br/>little by little and was by was <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/>all by all and deep by deep <br/> <br/>and more by more they dream their sleep <br/> <br/>noone and anyone earth by april <br/> <br/>wish by spirit and if by yes. <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/>Women and men(both dong and ding) <br/> <br/>summer autumn winter spring <br/> <br/>reaped their sowing and went their came <br/> <br/>sun moon stars rain <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/>From Complete Poems: 1904-1962 by E. E. Cummings, edited by George J. Firmage. Used with the permission of Liveright Publishing Corporation. Copyright © 1923, 1931, 1935, 1940, 1951, 1959, 1963, 1968, 1991 by the Trustees for the E. E. Cummings Trust. Copyright © 1976, 1978, 1979 by George James Firmage. <br/> <br/>http://tribes.tribe.net/eecummingspoetry</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net">I Read Poetry</a> - 0 replies </div>

J Timothy 2007-10-08T00:37:40Z Suzan-a-Thon http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net/thread/c04c3c37-488f-430a-8c1e-809c680e18a9 2007-06-03T04:38:35Z 2007-06-03T04:38:35Z

<div>"Let us go together, you and I, while the evening is spread out against the sky ... like a patient etherized upon a table ....." or something like that... love ol' T.S.</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net">I Read Poetry</a> - 0 replies </div>

Suzan-a-Thon 2007-06-03T04:38:35Z fortheroses http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net/thread/23943a38-d114-405d-9c5c-cad6bab0a045 2007-04-10T06:18:12Z 2005-08-31T02:05:54Z

<div>I am not ashamed to stitch a flower in my hair <br/>The flower is the embarassed one,topping an old woman's head <br/>People laugh as I go home drunk,leaning on friends- <br/>ten miles of elegant blinds raised halfway for watching. <br/> <br/> SuTung-p'o 1654</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net">I Read Poetry</a> - 2 replies </div>

fortheroses 2005-08-31T02:05:54Z Ben http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net/thread/a476051f-476c-474f-8da7-0268be6caf63 2006-07-04T05:11:01Z 2006-07-03T22:59:02Z

<div> <br/>My new poetry book, THE RED BOOK (ISBN 1842941801) came out a few weeks ago, and obviously I'm trying to spread the word as much as humanly possible... <br/> <br/>ALSO - I've just found out that it is now number one on Amazon UK's 'Hot Books' poetry chart!! How happy am I ! <br/> <br/>...sorry to blow my own trumpet (so to speak!) in this way - but in this game no one's gonna do it for me!! <br/> <br/>I hope you'll all check it out... <br/> <br/>Ben x <br/> <br/> <br/>http://www.benbarton.co.uk <br/></div> <div> posted in <a href="http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net">I Read Poetry</a> - 1 reply </div>

Ben 2006-07-03T22:59:02Z Hoon http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net/thread/76d82da4-61f5-47d8-980f-0eabb8e3dc9f 2006-04-01T03:06:34Z 2006-03-22T22:13:00Z

<div>was sitting on the beach the other day, playing my banjo. <br/>i'm still trying to get rhythm down so try and talk and do other things while i play to make the strum instinctual. <br/> i can talk but cant really sing to certain beats. <br/>i had with my a w.s. merwin book of poems <br/>and opend it up and read poems as i played. <br/>it sounded great and brought me into the trance of the poem <br/>it had a sort of storytelling folky bobdylan feel <br/>but it put the poems in a different place <br/>changed what they were when i read them last. <br/>i like how poems do that, they're never the same. <br/> <br/>merwin wrote i nthe beginning of the book about the process of selecting his poems for that anthology and how he didnt change or revise them even if he wanted to -for he was no longer the same person who had written that poem. <br/> <br/>i look at my old poems and feel this too. and sometimes i revise them to current times or for clarity as my view is more objective with time, but sometime being in it, in the depths of the ocean not knowing which way is up to the surface is the point of swimming yeh? being on a boat looking down is always a good complimenter too. ....i dont know theres this one french poet i think who said that a poem is never finished, only abandoned.....what do you all think?</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net">I Read Poetry</a> - 1 reply </div>

Hoon 2006-03-22T22:13:00Z seram http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net/thread/217dc11c-ada6-42f7-ab6a-28feaf0707f6 2006-03-04T17:43:49Z 2006-03-04T17:43:49Z

<div>A while back I head an amazing poem read on the radio. It was the voice and words of Sekou Sundiata. I have been searching the web trying to find the poem that I heard that night. Maybe someone can help me out. A line goes like this: Here's to the was you was, and the is you is..." <br/> <br/>This man has a beautiful voice. I suggest you check him out. <br/> <br/>I am searching for the poem so that I can take it to the school I work at and share it with the poetry class. <br/> <br/>Any help is much appreciated.</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net">I Read Poetry</a> - 0 replies </div>

seram 2006-03-04T17:43:49Z freels http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net/thread/07dea686-49e5-4def-886a-ad116f72e391 2006-02-06T22:16:38Z 2006-02-06T22:16:38Z

<div>A friend and I recently have become fans of this poetess from Georgia. Here is her blog: <br/> http://houndsofno.blogspot.com/ <br/> <br/>Some of my favorite lines are from her poem "Message to the Department of the Interior": <br/> <br/>I have decided to grow a second body This may be of some <br/>concern to you <br/> <br/>I fear my second body will have a forking spine &amp; a rubber <br/>leg &amp; refuse to wear anything but a bloody deer costume</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net">I Read Poetry</a> - 0 replies </div>

freels 2006-02-06T22:16:38Z freels http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net/thread/a94e0ca0-84ef-4cde-b1c2-0c469e8faa71 2005-08-08T16:34:45Z 2005-08-08T16:34:45Z

<div>Migration, 1902 <br/> <br/>The salmon swim <br/>so thick in this river <br/> <br/>that Grandmother walks <br/>across the water <br/> <br/>on the bridge <br/>of their spines. <br/> <br/>[This is from One Stick Song, which I believe is his newest book.]</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net">I Read Poetry</a> - 0 replies </div>

freels 2005-08-08T16:34:45Z TheNewt http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net/thread/a021bb7c-083e-4451-91e6-e2a2a1e6d2c6 2005-05-03T08:50:52Z 2005-05-03T08:50:52Z

<div>Here's a link to a tribe I made about the poet Thom Gunn. <br/>Please join if you enjoy his poetry or at least tell others about it. <br/>http://thomgunn.tribe.net/</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net">I Read Poetry</a> - 0 replies </div>

TheNewt 2005-05-03T08:50:52Z freels http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net/thread/3273e5ee-01cb-4935-b111-d4065f922950 2005-03-29T07:45:42Z 2005-03-29T07:45:42Z

<div>[I've had a very hard time finding English translations of this poet, Marceline Desbordes-Valmore (1786-1859). If anyone finds any, please let me know!] <br/> <br/> <br/>Apart (Les Séparés) <br/>Trans. Louis Simpson <br/> <br/>Do not write. I am sad, and want my light put out. <br/>Summers in your absence are as dark as a room. <br/>I have closed my arms again. They must do without. <br/>To knock at my heart is like knocking at a tomb. <br/> Do not write! <br/> <br/>Do not write. Let us learn to die, as best we may. <br/>Did I love you? Ask God. Ask yourself. Do you know? <br/>To hear that you love me, when you are far away, <br/>Is like hearing from heaven and never to go. <br/> Do not write! <br/> <br/>Do not write. I fear you. I fear to remember, <br/>For memory holds the voice I have often heard. <br/>To the one who cannot drink, do not show water, <br/>The beloved one's picture in the handwritten word. <br/> Do not write! <br/> <br/>Do not write those gentle words that I dare not see, <br/>It seems that your voice is spreading them on my heart, <br/>Across your smile, on fire, they appear to me, <br/>It seems that a kiss is printing them on my heart. <br/> Do not write! <br/> <br/>*** <br/> <br/>The Roses of Saadi <br/>Trans. Louis Simpson <br/> <br/>I wanted to bring you roses this morning. <br/>There were so many I wanted to bring, <br/>The knots at my waist could not hold so many. <br/> <br/>The knots burst. All the roses took wing, <br/>The air was filled with roses flying, <br/>Carried by the wind, into the sea. <br/> <br/>The waves were red, as though they were burning. <br/>My dress still has the scent of the mourning, <br/>Remembering roses. Smell them on me.</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net">I Read Poetry</a> - 0 replies </div>

freels 2005-03-29T07:45:42Z http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net/thread/6d25e3be-9288-471a-84f8-a4ad9c276f6d 2005-02-04T05:54:54Z 2005-02-04T05:54:54Z

<div>"Song" <br/>by John Keats <br/> <br/>Spirit here that reignest! <br/>Spirit here that painest! <br/>Spirit here that burnest! <br/>Spirit here that mournest! <br/>Spirit! I bow <br/>My forehead low, <br/>Enshaded with thy pinions! <br/>Spirit! I look <br/>All passion-struck, <br/>Into thy pale dominions! <br/> <br/>Spirit here that laughest! <br/>Spirit here that quaffest! <br/>Spirit here that dancest! <br/>Noble soul that prancest! <br/>Spirit! with thee <br/>I join in the glee, <br/>A-nudging the elbow of Momus! <br/>Spirit! I flush <br/>With a Bacchanal blush <br/>Just fresh from the banquet of Comus. <br/> </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net">I Read Poetry</a> - 0 replies </div>

2005-02-04T05:54:54Z michael http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net/thread/3f3a385e-b87a-4565-9518-b08eb736d61f 2005-01-24T10:24:46Z 2005-01-24T10:24:46Z

<div>http://jazzpoets.tribe.net/ <br/> <br/>come and become</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net">I Read Poetry</a> - 0 replies </div>

michael 2005-01-24T10:24:46Z http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net/thread/0b1ace8a-6025-4a33-8649-9f62717fd515 2005-01-19T01:45:14Z 2005-01-19T01:45:14Z

<div>The Road Not Taken <br/>By Robert Frost <br/> <br/>Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, <br/>And sorry I could not travel both <br/>And be one traveler, long I stood <br/>And looked down one as far as I could <br/>To where it bent in the undergrowth; <br/> <br/>Then took the other, as just as fair, <br/>And having perhaps the better claim, <br/>Because it was grassy and wanted wear; <br/>Though as for that the passing there <br/>Had worn them really about the same, <br/> <br/>And both that morning equally lay <br/>In leaves no step had trodden black. <br/>Oh, I kept the first for another day! <br/>Yet knowing how way leads on to way, <br/>I doubted if I should ever come back. <br/> <br/>I shall be telling this with a sigh <br/>Somewhere ages and ages hence: <br/>Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- <br/>I took the one less traveled by, <br/>And that has made all the difference. </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net">I Read Poetry</a> - 0 replies </div>

2005-01-19T01:45:14Z freels http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net/thread/b5c6bad3-b271-4c7a-81bd-18d6fb2f7264 2005-01-17T00:30:37Z 2005-01-17T00:30:37Z

<div>Magic <br/> <br/>Strange, I had words for dinner <br/>Stranger, I had words for dinner <br/>Stranger, strange, do you believe me? <br/> <br/>Honestly, I had your heart for supper <br/>Honesty has had your heart for supper <br/>Honesty honestly are your pain. <br/> <br/>I burned the bones of it <br/>And the letters of it <br/>And the numbers of it <br/>That go 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 <br/>And so far. <br/> <br/>Stranger, I had bones for dinner <br/>Stranger, I had bones for dinner <br/>Stranger, strange, strange, did you believe me? <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/>*** <br/> <br/>More from/on Spicer: <br/>http://wings.buffalo.edu/epc/authors/spicer/ <br/>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Spicer</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net">I Read Poetry</a> - 0 replies </div>

freels 2005-01-17T00:30:37Z http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net/thread/db115d53-c717-47ec-9d4b-7a8d841b1212 2005-01-16T02:19:47Z 2005-01-16T02:19:47Z

<div>The Emperor of Ice-Cream <br/>by Wallace Stevens <br/> <br/>Call the roller of big cigars, <br/>The muscular one, and bid him whip <br/>In kitchen cups concupiscent curds. <br/>Let the wenches dawdle in such dress <br/>As they are used to wear, and let the boys <br/>Bring flowers in last month's newspapers. <br/>Let be be finale of seem. <br/>The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream. <br/> <br/>Take from the dresser of deal, <br/>Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet <br/>On which she embroidered fantails once <br/>And spread it so as to cover her face. <br/>If her horny feet protrude, they come <br/>To show how cold she is, and dumb. <br/>Let the lamp affix its beam. <br/>The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream. </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net">I Read Poetry</a> - 0 replies </div>

2005-01-16T02:19:47Z freels http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net/thread/c7a2e66b-7088-4300-921c-5ade4d1e68f6 2005-01-10T20:24:52Z 2005-01-09T01:57:15Z

<div>I was wondering about how people feel about David Lehman's Best American Poetry anthologies. <br/> <br/>Do you love them? <br/>Do you hate them? <br/>Do you read them? <br/> <br/>http://www.bestamericanpoetry.com/</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net">I Read Poetry</a> - 2 replies </div>

freels 2005-01-09T01:57:15Z http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net/thread/fd8fefba-2de7-4cae-9d84-01ba9fcd780b 2005-01-08T04:50:56Z 2005-01-06T19:33:51Z

<div>Lawrence Ferlinghetti's What is Poetry? <br/> <br/>Poetry is news from the frontiers of consciousness. <br/> <br/>Poetry is what we would cry out upon awaking in a dark wood in the middle of the journey of our life. <br/> <br/>A poem is a mirror walking down a high street full of visual delight. <br/> <br/>Poetry is the shook foil of the imagination. It should shine out and half blind you. <br/> <br/>It is the sun streaming down in the meshes of morning. <br/> <br/>It is white nights and mouths of desire. <br/> <br/>It is made by dissolving halos in oceans of sound. <br/> <br/>It is the street talk of angels and devils. <br/> <br/>It is a sofa full of blind singers who have put aside their canes. <br/> <br/>A poem should arise to ecstasy somewhere between speech and song. <br/> <br/>A poem must sing and fly away with you or it's a dead duck with a prose soul. <br/> <br/>Poetry is the anarchy of the senses making sense. <br/> <br/>Poetry is all things born with wings that sing. <br/> <br/>Like a bowl of roses a poem should not have to be explained. <br/> <br/>Poetry is a voice of dissent against the waste of words and the mad plethora of print. <br/> <br/>It is what exists between the lines. <br/> <br/>It is made with the syllables of dreams. <br/> <br/>It is far far cries upon a beach at nightfall. <br/> <br/>It is a lighthouse moving its megaphone over the sea. <br/> <br/>It is a picture of Ma in her Woolworth bra looking out a window into a secret garden. <br/> <br/>It is an Arab carrying colored rugs and birdcages through the streets &amp; a great metropolis. <br/> <br/>A poem can be made of common household ingredients. It fits on a single page yet it can fill a world and fits in the pocket of a heart. <br/> <br/>The poet is a street singer who rescues the alleycats of love. <br/> <br/>Poetry is pillow-thought after intercourse. <br/> <br/>It is the distillation of articulate animals calling to each other across a great gulf. <br/> <br/>It is a pulsing fragment of the inner life an untethered music. <br/> <br/>It is the dialog of naked statues. <br/> <br/>It is the sound of summer in the rain and of people laughing behind closed shutters down an alley at night. <br/> <br/>It is a bare lightbulb in a homeless hotel illuminating a nakedness of minds and hearts. <br/> <br/>Let the poet be a singing animal turned pimp for an anarchist king. <br/> <br/>Poetry is the incomparable lyric intelligence brought to bear upon fiftyseven varieties of experience. <br/> <br/>Poetry is a high house echoing with all the voices that ever said anything crazy or wonderful. <br/> <br/>Poetry is a subversive raid upon the forgotten language of the collective unconscious. <br/> <br/>Poetry is a real canary in a coal mine and we know why the caged bird sings. <br/> <br/>Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations. <br/> <br/>It is the voice of the Fourth Person Singular. <br/> <br/>It is the voice within the voice of the turtle. <br/> <br/>It is the face behind the face of the race. <br/> <br/>Poetry is made of night-thoughts. If it can tear itself away from illusion, it will not be disowned before the dawn. <br/> <br/>Poetry is made by evaporating the liquid laughter of youth. <br/> <br/>Poetry is a book of light at night dispersing clouds of unknowing. <br/> <br/>It hears the whisper of elephants and sees how many angels dance on the head of a pin. <br/> <br/>It is a humming a keening a laughing a sighing at dawn a wild soft laughter. <br/> <br/>It is the final gestalt of the imagination. <br/> <br/>Poetry should be emotion recollected in emotion. <br/> <br/>Words are living fossils. The poet should piece the wild beast together and make it sing. <br/> <br/>A poet is only as great as his ear. Too bad if it is tin. <br/> <br/>Poetry is perpetual revolt against silence exile and cunning. <br/> <br/>The poet a subversive barbarian at the city gates constantly challenging our status quo. <br/> <br/>He is the master ontologist constantly questioning reality and reinventing it. <br/> <br/>He mixes drinks out of the insane liquors of the imagination and is perpetually surprised that no one staggers. <br/> <br/>He should be a dark barker before the tents of existence. <br/> <br/>Poetry is what can be heard at manholes echoing up Dante's fire escape. <br/> <br/>Poetry is religion. Religion is poetry. <br/> <br/>It is the humming of moths as they circle the flame. <br/> <br/>It is a wood boat moored in the shade under a weeping willow in the bend of a river. <br/> <br/>The poet must have wide-angle vision each look a world glance and the concrete is most poetic. <br/> <br/>Poetry is not all heroin horses and Rimbaud. It is also the powerless prayers of airline passengers fastening their seatbelts for the final descent. <br/> <br/>Poetry is the real subject of great prose. <br/> <br/>It speaks the unspeakable. It utters the inutterable sigh of the heart. <br/> <br/>Each poem a momentary madness and the unreal is realist. <br/> <br/>A poem should still be an insurgent knock on the door of the unknown. <br/> <br/>A poem is its own Coney Island of the mind its own circus of the soul its own Far Rockaway of the heart. <br/> <br/>Let a new lyricism save the world from itself.</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net">I Read Poetry</a> - 1 reply </div>

2005-01-06T19:33:51Z freels http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net/thread/93a2a9d0-9ad5-4f48-b733-813f727de86e 2004-12-29T05:30:56Z 2004-12-29T05:30:56Z

<div>I stumbled upon this Japanese poet at the library: <br/> <br/>http://www.links.net/vita/trip/japan/media/bukz/ikkyu/ <br/> <br/>Sadly, it appears there are only two small books of translated poems.</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net">I Read Poetry</a> - 0 replies </div>

freels 2004-12-29T05:30:56Z harry http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net/thread/675f584f-fdd1-4d7b-b2ce-2f5a38e4e416 2004-12-25T18:37:45Z 2004-12-24T20:34:38Z

<div>have any of you read robin robertson <br/>would you like me to send some examples?</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net">I Read Poetry</a> - 1 reply </div>

harry 2004-12-24T20:34:38Z freels http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net/thread/2b23a20a-51c1-45da-8414-53b2cf7a6085 2004-12-05T15:13:19Z 2004-12-05T15:02:20Z

<div>HE DIED AT DAWN <br/> <br/>Night of four moons <br/>and one lone tree, <br/>with one lone shadow <br/>and one lone bird. <br/> <br/>I seek in my flesh <br/>the tracks of your lips. <br/>The fountain kiss the wind <br/>without touch. <br/> <br/>I carry the No that you gave me <br/>in the palm of my hand, <br/>like a lemon of wax <br/>almost white. <br/> <br/>Night of four moons <br/>and one lone tree. <br/>On a pin's point <br/>my love is spinning!</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net">I Read Poetry</a> - 2 replies </div>

freels 2004-12-05T15:02:20Z ockham http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net/thread/1d97ec6f-24b4-4876-9f55-d9c8acef9bc6 2004-12-02T00:29:49Z 2004-12-01T20:12:37Z

<div>So do you read dead poets or live poets? T.S. Eliot or Mark Strand? And why? <br/> <br/>I like reading contemporary poetry. Stuff that's written by poets that are still alive who I can take a class from or meet at a poetry read. <br/> <br/>I think the craft of poetry has changed since those olden days. And most of all, if you write poetry, I don't think you can write in a vacuum without knowing what is currently being written. <br/> <br/>Some of the new stuff a bit too edgy for me. I haven't decided if I consider Lin Lifshin's writing poetry. Sometimes I love it and sometimes, I just wonder why I'm reading it. <br/> <br/>I don't like Bukowski and that style of poetry, but I appreciate his work. <br/> <br/>Poets I like: <br/>Stephyn Dobyns <br/>Mark Strand <br/>certain translastions of Rumi <br/>Sharon Olds <br/>Erica Jong (yes she does write poetry) <br/> <br/>Where I read it: <br/>Atlanta Review <br/>New York Quarterly <br/>Ploughshares <br/>Paris Review (but they can be a bit high falutin)</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://ireadpoetry.tribe.net">I Read Poetry</a> - 4 replies </div>

ockham 2004-12-01T20:12:37Z