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 who
Followed 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 I ever in penitence.… Leer más
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 Poems of Robert Creeley 1975-2005
and then they opened it up at random
read aloud
& discussed
the curative feel
of the words
as they would relate
to the reader’s particular crisis.… Leer más
Diane Wakoski, Distinguished Poet Series, June 16, 1987
Enlaces de interés :
7 Poemas de Diane Wakoski
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
.… Leer más
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 monjas
soñaba imposibles sueños de visiones plateadas
y sonidos océanicos en la
noche quejumbrosa
Soñar fue su misión a la que ella no podía
renunciar.… Leer más
Praise
for Marie Ponsot
All praise the midweek market,
the first-of-the-season sexy zucchinis
gazing up from their crowded
boxes
All praise the cherries, their tight
red bellies, the sweet, slender stems
and the pit, ah the pit, to be nursed
in the mouth, cajoled to give up
its last sweet hold, praise
them.… Leer más
Master Class de Hettie Jones sobre poesía (abril de 2012)
Poet Hettie Jones remembers and reads poems dedicated to Allen Ginsberg
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 escritores romper con el paquete y desarrollar sus propias voces contraculturales.… Leer más
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.… Leer más
Implications of One Plus One
Sometimes we collide, tectonic plates merging,
continents shoving, crumpling down into the molten
veins of fire deep in the earth and raising
tons of rock into jagged crests of Sierra.
Sometimes your hands drift on me, milkweed’s
airy silk, wingtip’s feathery caresses,
our lips grazing, a drift of desires gathering
like fog over warm water, thickening to rain.… Leer más
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