Poiesis/ποίησις,manifestación de la belleza por medio de la palabra
Ballade at Thirty-five This, no song of an ingénue,This, no ballad of innocence;This, the rhyme of a lady whoFollowed ever her natural bents.This, a solo of sapience,This, a chantey of sophistry,This, the sum of experiments,—I loved them until they loved me.Decked in garments of sable hue,Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents,Wearing shower bouquets of rue,Walk... Continue Reading →
Creeley as Therapy He ran an ad in the health section of the local weekly “Cure Mental Crises with Creeley.” And you know 12 people paid $175 for an 8-week workshop! Enough to put in a new shower stall! He sat them at ease in a circle of chairs each of them holding The Collected... Continue Reading →
Diane Wakoski, Distinguished Poet Series, June 16, 1987 https://youtu.be/ykbAk6Bieg4 https://youtu.be/M0DJLJzrSck https://youtu.be/-cADUiDXzQc Enlaces de interés : https://poetryalquimia.org/2020/08/03/6-poemas-de-diane-wakoski/
this is really real crystal in the night-sky last night in september flashing blue flashing green - crystal in the night-sky moves double-speed of stars flashing gold flashing red . crystal in the night-sky four times a star to eye this is really real . this is really --- real this is here to heal... Continue Reading →
https://youtu.be/wG0c25b2XhE https://youtu.be/ZIeGrsDSkJ8 https://youtu.be/uJj8017lpKE https://youtu.be/nvdnfJTuuxQ https://youtu.be/yCDTsXhAVi0 Enlaces de interés : https://poetryalquimia.org/2022/06/24/5-poemas-de-ruth-weiss/
La monja cocinera Eddie Mae soñó que sor Mary huía con Allen Ginsberg Los largos pasillos oscuros están bien fuertes para haber permanecido después del terremoto de 1906 cuando la sobrevivencia fue calculada por el sonido que hacían las cuentas del rosario de la madre superiora ella soñó eso la cocinera soñaba a las demás... Continue Reading →
Praise for Marie Ponsot All praise the midweek market,the first-of-the-season sexy zucchinisgazing up from their crowdedboxes All praise the cherries, their tightred bellies, the sweet, slender stemsand the pit, ah the pit, to be nursedin the mouth, cajoled to give upits last sweet hold, praise them. Praise all. All praise. Alabanza para Marie Ponsot Todos... Continue Reading →
Master Class de Hettie Jones sobre poesía (abril de 2012) https://youtu.be/Rifkk1Uxc8Q Poet Hettie Jones remembers and reads poems dedicated to Allen Ginsberg https://youtu.be/_hXEhMLkiHA https://youtu.be/5PjIw0ljqzY El Proyecto Legacy en el County College of Morris (CCM) organizó un foro sobre la influyente Generación Beat, un período de tiempo en la historia literaria estadounidense que vio a los... Continue Reading →
POEM FOR TAMARA an odor of empty barbershops chants, making churches of the edges of confusion. where backyards are cluttered with the papery gossip of palsied vegetation sulks the afternoon, a mantis mutters--mournful. overfull, oversleek, the beetles sleep--having fed. a growth of light blasts. the rootends of cloud dangle dragging moody heaven. the growth tumults,... Continue Reading →
Implications of One Plus One Sometimes we collide, tectonic plates merging,continents shoving, crumpling down into the moltenveins of fire deep in the earth and raisingtons of rock into jagged crests of Sierra. Sometimes your hands drift on me, milkweed’sairy silk, wingtip’s feathery caresses,our lips grazing, a drift of desires gatheringlike fog over warm water, thickening to... Continue Reading →
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