Tag Archives: Poetry

across those borders where only teachers travel

Posted on January 16, 2021 by Brian D. Butler

WOODWORK Bill Manhire Children are building their teacher a coffin. There it is in the paper, somewhere in Holland, a good plain coffin made of many parts, and two of the children call each day and talk to the teacher … Continue reading →

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may you elude the hook of despair

Posted on January 9, 2021 by Brian D. Butler

 

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untouched and still possible

Posted on January 1, 2021 by Brian D. Butler

To the New Year BY W. S. MERWIN With what stillness at last you appear in the valley your first sunlight reaching down to touch the tips of a few high leaves that do not stir as though they had not … Continue reading →

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like a downhill brakes-burned freight train

Posted on December 17, 2020 by Brian D. Butler

AND STILL IT COMES Thomas Lux like a downhill brakes-burned freight train full of pig iron ingots, full of lead life-size statues of Richard Nixon, like an avalanche of smoke and black fog lashed by bent pins, the broken-off tips … Continue reading →

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the gods wait to delight in you

Posted on December 11, 2020 by Brian D. Butler

It should come as no surprise to any one that the poet Charles Bukowski was an inspiration and muse for the great Tom Waits. I am always moved by the short Bukowski poem “The Laughing Heart” so I love the … Continue reading →

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Dear Tourists

Posted on December 2, 2020 by Brian D. Butler

DEAR TOURISTS Johannes Göransson Dear Tourists, You can grope for moist souvenirs in the basement, but you’ll need patience because nobody down there will warn you about the floor. In the street you’ll find squirrels; on my scalp, bumps. If you … Continue reading →

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Remember the sky that you were born under

Posted on November 25, 2020 by Brian D. Butler

  Remember Remember the sky that you were born under, know each of the star’s stories. Remember the moon, know who she is. Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is the strongest point of time. Remember sundown and the … Continue reading →

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The Epistemology of Loss

Posted on November 19, 2020 by Brian D. Butler

“The Ball Poem” by John Berryman What is the boy now, who has lost his ball. What, what is he to do? I saw it go Merrily bouncing, down the street, and then Merrily over—there it is in the water! … Continue reading →

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Here Stood Mayakovsky

Posted on November 14, 2020 by Brian D. Butler

The Brooklyn Bridge literally loomed large in my Brooklyn family’s history for a century, so I was intrigued when I stumbled upon this impressive limited edition volume. The accordion-fold book Brooklyn Bridge with a poem by the 20th century Russian poet Vladimir … Continue reading →

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…but then you read

Posted on November 10, 2020 by Brian D. Butler

Inspired by James Baldwin’s powerful 1963 book The Fire Next Time, musician and poet Meshell Ndegeocello created this intriguing short film based on Baldwin’s writing.

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