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A Longhouse Birdhouse: WHY POETRY ~

A fine enough poet but I believe the best mind of Matthew Zapruder comes through in this excellent new book of essays — really one long essay — on the same subject of why poetry, why poets, why is there air, and he even scores points on Auden’s much over-used ragged line “poetry makes nothing happen” . . . with a delightful twist, Zapruder will show the reader that is exactly right: poetry MAKES nothing happen. A big word that “nothing.”
In these essays Zapruder shows forth as a natural born teacher.
Take up this book.
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Source: A Longhouse Birdhouse: WHY POETRY ~

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Have we been taught poetry all wrong? | PBS NewsHour

I Wake Up Before the Machine
By Matthew Zapruder

I wake up before the machine
made of all the choices
we are together not making
lights up this part of Oakland
it’s dark so I can imagine
another grid humming in the east
already people are deciding
I lie in the western
pre-decision darkness and almost
hear that silent voice
saying go down there
the coffee needs you
to place it in the device
its next form will help you remember
daylight is coming
but dreams do not go away
they just move off and change
your mind is a tree
on a little hill
surrounded by grasses
that look up and say
father wind
loves moving through you

 

Poet Matthew Zapruder say that we are too often asked to find the “hidden meanings” in poems, as if a poem is a riddle.

Source: Have we been taught poetry all wrong? | PBS NewsHour

Poem for Japan, by Matthew Zapruder / Poets.org

 

Poem for Japan

by Matthew Zapruder


all day staying inside

listening to a podcast

discuss how particles 

over the Pacific 

might drift 

I knew thinking 

whenever cloud

scares me 

I am not alone

my umbrella slept 

in the closet

I placed a few nouns

in beautiful cages

then let them out

touched with my mind

the lucky cat

asleep in the deli

I always scratch 

his head he slightly

raises to meet my hand

all over the remains 

contaminated shadowmen 

in blue suits that seem 

ecclesiastical now 

that science is 

a religion crawl 

the emperor 

everyone has forgotten

is speaking 

no one knows 

how to be 

loving and also 

hope the wind 

in a certain 

and not another 

direction will blow

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