Tag Archives: Poetry

October : The rain falls like dirty string

Posted on October 28, 2019 by Brian D. Butler

Tom Clark October  

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Literature Is An Invention

Posted on September 13, 2019 by Brian D. Butler

Adagia Sara Nicholson Literature is an invention; it was Written by men to praise war. Economy is tragic; the economy Comedy. What the heart feigns The mind rehearses, circles A river on the map, as if to say “Voilà! Now the … Continue reading →

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September 1, 1939

Posted on September 1, 2019 by Brian D. Butler

September 1, 1939 W.H. Auden I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest decade: Waves of anger and fear Circulate over the bright And darkened lands … Continue reading →

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NYC: Poetry on the Street

Posted on August 30, 2019 by Brian D. Butler

h/t Nitzan Mintz  

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August, you’re just an erotic hallucination

Posted on August 14, 2019 by Brian D. Butler

“Here in the electric dusk your naked lover tips the glass high and the ice cubes fall against her teeth. It’s beautiful Susan, her hair sticky with gin, Our Lady of Wet Glass-Rings on the Album Cover, streaming with hatred … Continue reading →

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The summer night is like a perfection of thought

Posted on August 4, 2019 by Brian D. Butler

The House Was Quiet and The World Was Calm BY WALLACE STEVENS The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book. The house was quiet … Continue reading →

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Train in the Rain

Posted on July 19, 2019 by Brian D. Butler

The Book of Questions, III Pablo Neruda – 1904-1973 III. Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? Who hears the regrets of the thieving automobile? Is … Continue reading →

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The Everlasting Self

Posted on June 29, 2019 by Brian D. Butler

THE EVERLASTING SELF Comes in from a downpour Shaking water in every direction — A collaborative condition: Gathered, shed, spread, then Forgotten, reabsorbed. Like love From a lifetime ago, and mud A dog has tracked across the floor. Tracy K. … Continue reading →

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Poetry Generator

Posted on May 13, 2019 by Brian D. Butler

Last week, Google launched its AI poem generator, PoemPortraits.  How  does it work? It’s really quite simple. The generator asks you to input, or “donate,” a word to be produced into an algorithmic couplet, as lifted from millions of words … Continue reading →

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Let This Darkness Be a Bell Tower

Posted on April 3, 2019 by Brian D. Butler

Let This Darkness Be a Bell Tower Rainer Maria Rilke Quiet friend who has come so far, feel how your breathing makes more space around you. Let this darkness be a bell tower and you the bell. As you ring, … Continue reading →

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