Posts Tagged ‘ poet ’

John Ashbery, Celebrated and Challenging Poet, Dies at 90 – The New York Times


John Ashbery, Paris, 1959. Photo by Walter Silver.


In the poem “In a Wonderful Place,” published in the 2009 collection “Planisphere,” he offered a brief, bittersweet look back.


I spent years exhausting my good works

on the public, all for seconds

Time to shut down colored alphabets

flutter in the fresh breeze of autumn. It

draws like a rout. Or a treat.


John Ashbery– The New York Times


Poems and Poetics: Heriberto Yépez: Re-Reading María Sabina


Source: Poems and Poetics: Heriberto Yépez: Re-Reading María Sabina

The Secret Lives of Grace Paley’s Women | New Republic

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There are many generous writers, and many who cared more for living and writing and their families than they cared for fame. But of all these Grace Paley is one of the very best, which A Grace Paley Reader knows. – Josephine Livingstone

Source: The Secret Lives of Grace Paley’s Women | New Republic

for poet Tom Nicotera

Life Advice From Adrienne Rich | Literary Hub

Today marks five years since the death of Adrienne Rich, the incredible poet, essayist and feminist activist. I’ve been thinking about Rich a lot lately; so much of what she has written feels…

Source: Life Advice From Adrienne Rich | Literary Hub

Chris Hedges and Poet Linh Dinh on the ‘Irrevocable Decline of the American Empire’ (Video) – Truthdig

The U.S. is a poor country, and Americans “refuse to see that,” Dinh (pictured on right) argues in a conversation with the Truthdig columnist during a new episode of “On Contact.”

Source: Chris Hedges and Poet Linh Dinh on the ‘Irrevocable Decline of the American Empire’ (Video) – Truthdig

Gogou, Katerina: Athens’ anarchist poetess, 1940-1993



“Don’t you stop me. I am dreaming.
We lived centuries of injustice bent over.
Centuries of loneliness.
Now don’t. Don’t you stop me.
Now and here, for ever and everywhere.
I am dreaming freedom.
Though everyone’s
All-beautiful uniqueness
To reinstitute
The harmony of the universe.
Lets play. Knowledge is joy.
Its not school conscription.
I dream because I love.
Great dreams in the sky.
Workers with their own factories
Contributing to world chocolate making.
I dream because I KNOW and I CAN.
Banks give birth to “robbers”.
Prisons to “terrorists”.
Loneliness to “misfits”.
Products to “need”
Borders to armies.
All caused by property.
Violence gives birth to violence.
Don’t now. Don’t you stop me.
The time has come to reinstitute
the morally just as the ultimate praxis.
To make life into a poem.
And life into praxis.
It is a dream that I can I can I can
I love you
And you do not stop me nor am I dreaming. I live.
I reach my hands
To love to solidarity
To Freedom.
As many times as it takes all over again.
I defend ANARCHY.


A biography of Katerina Gogou the anarchist poetess of Exarcheia.

Source: Gogou, Katerina: Athens’ anarchist poetess, 1940-1993

Theodore Roethke …A cold paralyzing horror: | Mythology of Blue

. . . A cold paralyzing horror: a glimpse into the subhuman…the sickness of life beginning again: the exhausting awareness of every ache. What the hand does in reaching, a misery of awareness; loss of memory in small things; hatred of necessary routines; hatred but not fear of dark; watching the skin, the fingers; overeating; a full preoccupation with unnecessary tasks; weakness in the morning; fear of headlights; distrust of children; a tide of loss.

Mythology of Blue : …A cold paralyzing horror: a glimpse into the….