Posts Tagged ‘ poetry ’

 Nikki Wallschlaeger :: Unruly Poems that Illuminate White Supremacy in Everyday Life

 

Nikki Wallschlaeger, Crawlspace (Bloof Books, 2017) (all images courtesy Bloof Books)

Poet Nikki Wallschlaeger’s new book Crawlspace discovers the violence embedded in our most familiar structures: mortgages, meals, rooms, houses, family relationships, and language itself.

Source: Unruly Poems that Illuminate White Supremacy in Everyday Life

Mind Music: Reading Clark Coolidge

Source: Mind Music: Reading Clark Coolidge

REVOLUTIONARY LETTERS: May 1968-December 1971 – Diane di Prima

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Revolutionary Letters – di Prima – 3rd edition March 1974_City Lights Books_San Francisco

July 2017 – Otata

Otata will come again
one day
late fall in the mountains

— Santoka as translated by Burton Watson

Otata mo aru hi wa kite kureru yama no aki fukaku

As Watson notes, “Otata was a woman who went around selling fish in the area of Santoka’s cottage in Matsuyama.”

 

a sampling ~

 

Donna Fleischer 

on removing the headstone 

two deaths and
a bop on the head

friend, dear and new

i may be old but we be new

 

John Levy 

at minus miles
per hour Giorgio
Morandi

 

Adrian Bouter 

purple wine
older than any memory
this town…

 

Lucia Cardillo 

noon sun —
my narrow shade
under my feet

Sole a picco
La mia ombra ristretta s
otto le scarpe 

green bud —
the silent pleasure
of waiting

Verde germoglio
Piacere silenzioso
dell ’attesa

 

Source: July 2017 – Otata

Alejandra Pizarnik: Four tales, translated with commentary by Cole Heinowitz | Jacket2

Source: Alejandra Pizarnik: Four tales, translated with commentary by Cole Heinowitz | Jacket2

BOMB Magazine — Building Blocks of Noise by Ben Tripp

Source: BOMB Magazine — Building Blocks of Noise by Ben Tripp

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