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Thus Spoke the Poet

Month: July 2013

“Out there peop…

“Out there people are working and arguing and laughing, living their beautiful, terrible lives, falling in love and having babies and being bored out of their skulls and feeling depressed, then being consoled by some little thing like watching the patterns the light makes through the leaves of trees, casting shadows on the sidewalks.” Kim […]Read Post ›

Book Review: The Memory of Gills by Catherine Carter

Firstly, I want to say that Dr. Carter is a wonderful woman in person with a lot of experience writing poetry. That being said, her work is also wonderful. This collection of poems is musical in its essence. Take for example her poem “With the Net Down” which is a poem based of the comment […]Read Post ›

The Ceremony of Writing

When I write poetry, I feel that I am communing with something larger than myself. I feel this is the same sentiment with a lot of writers, prose and poetry. I have come to understand that there is a spirit to the principle of writing. Call it what you want, a muse, a creative soul, […]Read Post ›

“My heart is mo…

“My heart is moved by all I cannot save: so much has been destroyed I have to cast my lot with those who age after age, perversely, with no extraordinary power, reconstitute the world.” Adrienne Rich

Tribulations

As a poet, an individual has an obligation to the language he or she speaks and also to the reader. This is my humble opinion. Having said that, all is vane. I find this amusing. I enjoy this life; yet, knowing that everything is pointless is pivotal to how I write. I find that Antonio […]Read Post ›

“. . . cowardic…

“. . . cowardice is beautiful in my mother’s hair and on this wall silence is written.” Antonio Gamoneda  http://www.poetryinternationalweb.net/pi/site/poem/item/17438/auto/THERES-a-wall-in-front-of-my-eyes

There is a physics to how we fool ourselves . . .

As a first post, I wanted to introduce a poet who has had a major impact on how I feel and think about performance poetry. His name is Buddy Wakefield. Mr. Wakefield is in the tradition of saying whatever the fuck he wants to, whenever he feels inclined to. His poem “Horsehead” is one of […]Read Post ›

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