What happened to creative evolution?
What happened to creative evolution?
That's where Orpheus made his mistake.
Life, our
Life anyway, is between.
For this is my
country.
It wants
To siphon off the life of the studio, deflate
Its mapped space to enactments, island it.
I don't look on poetry as closed works. I feel they're going on all the time in my head and I occasionally snip off a length.
Love once
Tipped the scales but now is shadowed, invisible,
Though mysteriously present, around somewhere.
I was doubly thrilled. Because Auden had been my favorite poet ever since I first read him at the age of, I guess, 16. Because he was the first modern poet I felt I could understand and empathize with. So, coming from him, it was even more rewarding.
I have
Only my intermittent life in your thoughts to live
Which is like thinking in another language.
Only love stays on the brain, and something these people,
These other ones, call life.
So that the old joy, modest as cake, as wine and friendship Will stay with us at the last, backed by the night Whose ruse gave it our final meaning
(I-Newswire) - In the free event, Bell will read from No Planets Strike, ... Edgy in both senses of the word, Josh Bell populates his daft American heartland with the runaway muse Ramona and her clones. The resulting landscapes are as dangerous, funny, and drop-dead gorgeous as those in a Road Runner cartoon.
I don't want to read what is going to slide down easily there has to be some crunch, a certain amount of resilience.
I like poems you can tack all over with a hammer and there are no hollow places.
I write with experiences in mind, but I don't write about them, I write out of them.
The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be.
There is the view that poetry should improve your life. I think people confuse it with the Salvation Army.
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