Tag Archives: Poetry

Joy Ride

Posted on January 10, 2020 by

Richard Brautigan  

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The end is silence

Posted on January 9, 2020 by

h/t Grant Snider

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the days slip by

Posted on December 31, 2019 by

Henri Cartier-Bresson, Ezra Pound, Venice  1971 And the days are not full enough And the nights are not full enough And life slips by like a field mouse Not shaking the grass. Ezra Pound, “And The days Are Not Full … Continue reading →

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Ho.Ho.Ho.

Posted on December 24, 2019 by

Beijing-based graphics studio 39 degrees north created this animated version of author Neil Gaiman’s dark Christmas poem Nicholas Was. I never was that into the holiday any way. Ho.Ho.Ho.

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“Thanx 4 Nothing”

Posted on December 15, 2019 by

I just discovered that the artist and Beat poet John Giorno died in October. You can be forgiven if you are not familiar with him, but in the 60s and 70s he was a prominent figure in the New York … Continue reading →

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When Great Trees Fall

Posted on December 4, 2019 by

Maya Angelou wrote the poem “When Great Trees Fall” when James Baldwin died in December of 1987, and read the poem at his funeral… “When Great Trees Fall” by Maya Angelou When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, … Continue reading →

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What Kind of Times Are These

Posted on November 15, 2019 by

“What Kind of Times Are These” by Adrienne Rich There’s a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted who disappeared … Continue reading →

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Postcard from a volcano

Posted on November 11, 2019 by

“A Postcard from the Volcano” by Wallace Stevens Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill; And that in autumn, when the grapes Made sharp air sharper by their … Continue reading →

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To Any Reader

Posted on November 3, 2019 by

A Child’s Garden of Verse, Robert Louis Stevenson, illustrations by Brian Wildsmith  

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October : The rain falls like dirty string

Posted on October 28, 2019 by

Tom Clark October  

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