Insomnia The moon in the bureau mirror **looks out a million miles(and perhaps with pride, at herself,but she never, never smiles)far and away beyond sleep, orperhaps she’s a daytime sleeper. By the Universe deserted,she’d tell it to go to hell,and she’d find a bodyContinue reading “Insomnia by Elizabeth Bishop”
Here are ten poets who influenced me pretty profoundly when I first started writing poetry: Wallace Stevens John Ashbery Michael Burkard Emily Dickinson Robert Creeley Federico Garcia Lorca Gertrude Stein T.S. Eliot Michael Palmer Frank O’hara Amira Baraka Somehow I only got it whittled down to eleven. And: I reserve the right to revise, revise,Continue reading “Peppers: Another List of 10”
Those of you who warned me this little ten item list would be difficult? You were absolutely right. The idea is to choose 10 poems that serve as an introduction to my work. In my diplomatic approach to crisis of any kind, I ended up with 2 lists. One recounts poets who influenced me overContinue reading “Molecular: A List of 10”
Still working on that list. Eveyone warned me this task would be a doozy. Suspense is killing you, yes? Here’s a poem that might make the cut. Warning: it’s a little long and spacing is way off but terribly worth your time. inside gertrude stein Right now as I am talking to youContinue reading “Listlessness”
A number of my fellow bloggers have presented a list of ten poems that constitute an introduction to their own poems. In reading these lists, my immediate reaction (me, me, me, right?) is that the poems that I post on this blog do not really serve that purpose. So I’m going to start thinking aboutContinue reading “Poems for my Identity”
I was cruising around some of the blogs that organize memes this morning. Here’s one called One Word that gives you a word and your write “to it.” My version is to get the word and think of a poem to go with it. I got the word “fuse.” The Force that Through the GreenContinue reading “Fuse”
The body of the lingerneedle is filled with hemolymph unconstricted except for a single dorsal vessel. A ventral diaphragm bathes the organs of the head, undulations drawing the fluid back through tiny holes called ostia aided by the movement of a Napoleon within each abdominal segment pacing his Elba exile, muttering la Russie la RussieContinue reading “My Work Among the Insects by Dean Young”
Which literary journals (e- or print) have the best web sites? One of my favorites is the Conduit site, as well as their tag line: the only magazine that risks annihilation. Extra cool. Rob Caspar’s Jubilat has a new site that I like a lot. It seems like many of the publications that were *big*Continue reading “WIRED”
This morning a Google search for "kubla khan multiple choice questions" led some poor soul to this humble blog, Big Window. In honor of this sparkly instance of waywardness, this happy accident, please provide a multiple choice question about the great Khan below.
I love this poem by Hoa Nguyen that I swiped (shamelessly!) from Chris Murray’s valentines day post over at the Tex Files. Love calls for Hades cold cream’Love talks in picture code and Valentines Let’s eat red for fun eat tragicomedies Epic red-lovewashes all Valentines Continue reading “Love acc. to Hoa Nguyen”
You might come here Sunday on a whim.Say your life broke down. The last good kissyou had was years ago. You walk these streetslaid out by the insane, past hotelsthat didn’t last, bars that did, the tortured tryof local drivers to accelerate their lives.Only churches are kept up. The jailturned 70 this year. The onlyContinue reading “Degrees of Gray in Philipsburg by Richard Hugo”
It’s a quiet Saturday. Sky of white to grey. Just picked up a stack of literary magazines at Brazos Bookstore: Bloom, Jubilat, Pool, Sentence, and a few others. There was a CLMP-sponsored book fair going on over there. A stack of poems will help make a sweet little weekend in cloudy, rainy Houston, TX. I’veContinue reading “Quiet Saturday”
Others about the embarking have reasons. I holding shreds carpenter leavings. Motions in the wind, wave rolling disturb sad plots, disturbing sad plots. Desolate places on the grass where birds are a light, Gather in midsummer, wood shingles, visionary house. Taking glances from tree to eave, bicyclist, car, dark green spots for the movement ofContinue reading “LEICA by Barbara Guest”
Have you checked out the cool new art & poetry collaborative projects at born magazine yet? Their winter issue is on their web site now. The poets featured include Michele Glazer and Bob Hicok.
What If There Is No Ice What if there is no iceno Liz no X no equal signno skin on the lake for an answerno long gone winter songno throng of mournersblack in coats against the white dikes that line the sides of roadswhen plows have passed What if there is no lakeno wet mouthContinue reading “What If There Is No Ice by Ander Monson”