Spring, 1984 at the fountain in the mountain village of Kefalovryssi, Messenias—about 40 minutes north of Meligalas: Eleni 22, Efiniki 3, and Tasso 1, the old man in the background departing the scene? Old enough to know what it was like to be that young.
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Giving and Receiving The Gift of Poetry
"I know what I have given you. I do not know what you have received.”
—Antonio Porchia, Voices.
Thank you Annie for reminding us of those who left us in 2010.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Bounty
Thin waning crescent
In early morning sky—
Gone by
Tomorrow,
Which sickle will glean
Which mourning eye?
—December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Huuklyeand Cinquor on Poetry for Dummies
As I sd to my
friend, because I am
always talking, -- John, I
sd, which was not his
name, the darkness sur-
rounds us, what
can we do against
it, or else, shall we &
why not, buy a goddamn big car,
drive, he sd, for
christ's sake, look
out where yr going.
friend, because I am
always talking, -- John, I
sd, which was not his
name, the darkness sur-
rounds us, what
can we do against
it, or else, shall we &
why not, buy a goddamn big car,
drive, he sd, for
christ's sake, look
out where yr going.
—Robert Creeley, “I Know a Man”
As we were
All well behind the times,
Unable to distinguish
Well-wrought poetry
From pedestrian rhyme,
Our forward-looking instructor
Gave us a crash course
On how to maneuver
Between the lines—
Would you believe it?
In no time at all,
We were so well-versed,
We drove him up a wall.
Moderator’s comments: I don’t know about Cinquor’s mentor, but mine was so forward-looking he walked to his poetry classes.
Definitely Not Lemmings #32
A warm Mediterranean welcome to Robert Willson who comes to us from Northern Ontario, Canada.
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