Friday, May 20, 2011

Is There a Doctor in the House?


Recently received: My contributor’s copy of Visiting Dr. Williams: Poems Inspired by the Life and Work of William Carlos Williams, edited by Sheila Coghill & Thom Tammaro, with a foreward by Paul Mariani, University of Iowa Press, Iowa City, 228 pages, $24.95.

Trivia time: Out of the one hundred and two poems by the one hundred and two poets included in the anthology, Cid Corman and I share the distinction of having the shortest poem—7 lines each—though if one were to count words, yours truly would come in first with an impressive 27 as opposed to Cid’s 31.

For those of you who may have missed it on account of its diminutiveness, a slightly different version of the poem first appeared on this blog here.

And here's the poem as it appears in the anthology:

"Bookmark, Selected Poems, William Carlos Williams"

From dry fragile still
fragrant yellow-

green stalks & leaves placed
between the descent

of winter & the locust tree
in flower stems

the scent of spring.


My thanks to the editors for including my little poem in such a large gathering of poets honoring the good doctor's life and work. 

UPDATE (May 21): This series of books paying homage to American poets also includes volumes on Whitman, Dickenson, Frost and Stevens, the latter co-edited by the new Poet Laureate of West Hartford, Connecticut, James Finnegan aka  J for James.













Thursday, May 19, 2011

Duly Noted in the Margins


No one knows why
He wrote and wrote obscure

Cramped little poems in dark blue
Dog-eared notebooks

Till he ran out of room and left
No enlightening suicide note.



Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Apparition


Now it’s clear that white-
Bearded coughing old
Man my bike almost ran over

Holding a sickle in his right hand and dangling
A fag from his nicotine-stained left
Could not have been death incarnate,

So why did that image of him rising abruptly up
Through the darkness of morning scare
The living daylights out of me?



Monday, May 16, 2011

Huuklyeand Cinquor on The Canon

Wherein

The explosive self
Propelled

Poet refuses
To remain

A projectile forever.


Moderator’s comments: Nice to see Cinquor’s back; his prolonged silence
had me thinking he’d  maybe shot his wad, but this all-out frontal assault on the canon is fiery evidence he’s still balling the jack.




Thursday, May 12, 2011

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Definitely Not Lemmings #33

A hearty welcome to Kristine Ong Muslim, who comes to us from The Philippines. Besides holding a degree in chemical engineering, she has also published more than six hundred stories and poems in over four hundred magazines. More information here.

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