Tag Archives: Poetry

A river of Portuguese red

While I was in Portugal earlier this month, I read a local news story about a tragic loss of thousands of liters of red wine due to a storage tank collapse. And in an odd coincidence, I just spotted a … Continue reading →

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Dialing for poets

I recall similar projects, but none as widespread as the Telepoem Booth. This  brilliant interactive project is built around installations made from vintage phone booths. Users simply dial a number and listen to poetry. Even if you are not able … Continue reading →

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Once upon a time there were two brothers.

THE HISTORY OF MY LIFE John Ashbery Once upon a time there were two brothers. Then there was only one: myself. I grew up very fast, before learning to drive, even. There was I: a stinking adult. I thought of … Continue reading →

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Lou Reed meets Edgar Allan Poe

I have long been a fan of the late great Lou Reed, but I only recently discovered that he created an updated version of the iconic poem The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe. In 2003, he  set Poe’s most famous stories and … Continue reading →

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Diminished Galleries

DIMINISHED GALLERIES Keith Waldrop 1932-2023 too old for vision I must settle for dreams specific forms of cloud (body surrounded by body) every sensation con- ceals a dream fresco figurine sculpture in low relief (a motor halo a mental blue) … Continue reading →

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This is just to say…

This Is Just To Say I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold -William Carlos Williams

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Someone in Paris

Someone in Paris, France Is Thinking of You This poem is happening in Paris, France where it’s raining and we’re all so drunk that it’s impossible to keep a secret. Every morning the waiters say bonjour and every morning I … Continue reading →

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Speaking of Sunsets

Never Again The Same Speaking of sunsets, last night’s was shocking. I mean, sunsets aren’t supposed to frighten you, are they? Well, this one was terrifying. Sure, it was beautiful, but far too beautiful. It wasn’t natural. One climax followed … Continue reading →

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The Work of Happiness

THE WORK OF HAPPINESS by May Sarton I thought of happiness, how it is woven Out of the silence in the empty house each day And how it is not sudden and it is not given But is creation itself … Continue reading →

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To My Enemies

Watching the nonstop maddening show of U.S. politics and culture these days, I have been reminded of the poem “To My Enemies” by the under-appreciated American poet Bert Meyers. Meyers was born in Los Angeles on March 20, 1928. The son of … Continue reading →

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