A blog about hockey...no poetry in being a Bruins fan |
So, the Boston Bruins are in the playoffs. Am I excited? Umm...I think so? Maybe now that the Red Sox are champions I am looking for something to feel miserable about again. It’s like my shitty ...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 21:05:00 GMT |
Paradise....found! |
My latest project involves finding texts--mainly poetry!--to go along with the Seven Last Words of Christ. So good news for all of you...lots of poetry postings to come.
This first challenge....er, as...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 22:20:00 GMT |
Lend a myth to God |
So, as I said with my last post, I have been doing a lot of reading on Tennessee Williams. He was an avid reader of poetry as well as a writer of it, and I have enjoyed getting to know some of his fav...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 18:46:00 GMT |
Talk to me like the rain and let me listen |
Been researching for a Tennessee Williams (that's what my profile quote is from) so this may be a few posts in the making...
Here are three by Tenn, unpublished until very recently:
I would lik...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Nov 2007 22:59:00 GMT |
...And you flow |
Two by Clark Coolidge. These are more challenging than most of my posts, so take your time.
Glance in White Space (1991)
No detail here, nothing but you. Unbroken gaze, whole of the body, words...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Aug 2007 21:14:00 GMT |
7/7/07 |
It's your lucky day. Here are three poems about luck in honor of supertitious people everywhere. (Ok, you may detect a bit of cynicism in my choices.) Happy 7/7/07.
The Evil Seekers by Anne Sexto...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Jul 2007 10:40:00 GMT |
Mr. Eliot |
It sucks that I have to think of "Cats" when I read this now and get that damn song in my head. Hopefully you won't have the same problem. One of my favorite poems.
RHAPSODY ON A WINDY NIGHT
by...
Posted by on Thu, 31 May 2007 18:34:00 GMT |
Bukowski II |
Bluebird
there's a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I'm too tough for him,I say, stay in there, I'm not goingto let anybody seeyou.there's a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I ...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 23:11:00 GMT |
Bukowski I |
Alone With Everybody
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much an...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 23:09:00 GMT |
Russian poetry for a very chilly night |
By Anna Akhmatova
In human closeness there is a secret edge,Nor love nor passion can pass it above,Let lips with lips be joined in silent rage,And hearts be burst asunder with the love.And friendship,...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Oct 2006 13:53:00 GMT |
