August 25th Poetic Ticker Clicking
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to kind of pinpoint those, I think painting everyone with this broad brush particularly innocent Americans is a travesty of individual liberty and in fact of our Constitutional rights as citizens. [--Ravi Shankar]
all [Caryn] Mirriam-Goldberg could think about was the awful timing: Wasn't she just 42, surely too young for this by a decade or two, in the midst of everything she loved? Writing. Encouraging others to write. Agitating. Organizing. Being mom. Being wife.
characteristically charming sort, in his stated belief in "the brotherhood of poetry. I felt, with my first poem, that I had entered this brotherhood. Which turned out not to be the case."
threatened by the Taliban are trying to preserve a culture rich in poetry and dance from religious extremism.
what it describes, words working naturally for their keep, and the rest of the poem is just as good if not better, becoming a sort of shy metaphor for the human condition, as well as a little swimming lesson.
that of Emily Dickinson, whom he admired), [Wallace] Stevens wrote symbolic rather than transcriptive poetry. How differently might a reader take in "Burghers of Petty Death" if it had been called "A Son's Lament for His Dead Parents," or "The Snow Man" if it had been called "Stoicism in a Failed Marriage"? Like Dickinson, Stevens has won a wide audience in spite of the guard he put on his privacy, and we are now better acquainted with his sorrows.
that includes something other than themselves. That just seems to be part of the tool kit that we have as human beings."
the table are gone.
[Tamir] Lahav-Radlmesser says: "My writing is autobiographical: family, war, travels, loves, separations. Photography clearly cannot cover these subjects without turning into 'illustration.' I never took a picture of my mother, for example, or anyone else in the family. It would have turned into a sort of concrete 'family album,' and thus would be private in a way that doesn't interest the outsider. Poetry enables me to write about my personal 'case' in a way that makes it universal; it is therefore understood and touches many people. At least that's what I understand from readers' reactions."
will offer no companionship; though you make the journey together, you are alone. The trail followed is as serpentine and dangerous as a venomous snake, perhaps echoing the snake in the Bible.
her feelings in a rhetorical question enriches not only the artistry of the sonnet but also adds intensity to the feelings themselves. The emotion is magnified by the question format. Instead of adding intensifiers such as "of course" or "definitely," her rhetorical question combines those tools into a dramatic concentration of explosive sentiment.
you're afraid or not, but I would be, and maybe what you're afraid of is not dying, but rather love. I guess that does sound a little far-fetched, but when you look at it another way, it's the only thing that makes sense.
by Elizabeth Spires
I was in the elementary grades, but I clearly remember those first school days in early autumn, when summer was suddenly over and we were all perched in our little desks facing into the future. Here Ron Koertge of California gives us a glimpse of a day like that.
a teenager, actually--who narrates this poem is neither a contemplative nor a poet; he's a likable, inexperienced pilgrim, compelled by deepening emergency to ponder premature mortality.
driftwood picked up on a beach in the Hamptons. It flows like the cresting of a wave and is lovely to look at. It serves no practical purpose, but I have become very attached to it, and it too is well traveled.
China Imaginative Fiction Writers' Association, which celebrated its 30th anniversary on Aug. 14, said too little imaginative fiction is available to the nation's schoolchildren, who are fed instead a diet of "correct" answers to fixed questions as part of the national obsession with exams.
is patching up and repainting the vessel. The "talkative bald-headed seaman" who tells "great lies about his wooden horse" is far from dream-like. This is another moment where fantasy and realism meet.
that the Sanskrit language has indeed been the soul of Hinduism and Sanatana Dharma, Hindu Society, Hindu Culture and Hindu Civilization from the dawn of History. In this context, I cannot resist quoting the truly sublime words of Sampad and Vijay: 'Much like the sacred river Ganga, Sanskrit has flowed across India for thousands of years, embracing and nourishing, but also uplifting and purifying an entire country and its people and creating a unique civilization and culture. It has been the most perfect instrument for expressing the thoughts, feelings, aspirations, knowledge and experiences of this ancient culture called Sanatana Dharma.'
missionary, John W. Yettaw, 54, had already once swam across the lake which borders Aung San Suu Kyi’s home in order to leave with her a copy of the Book of Mormon, the chief text of the faith, and then left also swimming. He would have been contacted by intelligence agents of the Myanmar government on the Thai frontier with the news that Aung San Suu Kyi wanted to see him and that he could again reach her by swimming across the lake. Yattaw claims that the idea came to him in a vision. Both versions may be true. In any case, he swam across the lake.
Wayfaring
by Richard Wilbur
I have folded them away like sweaters.
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preoccupied by our place in and outside the natural world--compromised as it is--I am drawn to both the romantics and the Native tradition of respect for and communication with non-human forms of life. Seeing the geese fly above me one fall morning on my way to get the mail, I began to wonder: What might it mean in this country, at this time, to read the world? What messages do the geese have for me, and, in turn, what part might my attempt at reading play in their flight?
to be named, said: "Our Stella was a special child indeed. She touched the lives of those who came in contact with her.
six years old. I would accompany my mother Vidyavati for community bhajan sessions and often compose my own lines there," he [Gulshan Bawra] reminisced, "From devotional, my verses turned romantic as I reached college," he added. Upon reaching Mumbai, Gulshan saw a big opportunity for his lyrics and thus began his struggle in the film industry . . .
to his name, in memory of his mother.
writing poetry and short stories, crossword puzzles, scrapbooking, her computer, video games and sharing her great culinary passion with the world. She was compiling a cookbook at the time of her death. Pat posted ribbons of "life lessons" in her kitchen. One epitomizes her attitude . . . "Only life lived for others is worthwhile."
in later years with her dear friend, Velma Walker, to faraway places. She loved to write poetry, watch the Dodgers, attend Calvary Chapel Fellowship and be with friends and family.
the poet has a responsibility to speak for those who have, as it were, no voice.
of more than 50 books for young people, Ms. [Karla] Kuskin was known in particular for the volumes of rhymed verse she wrote and illustrated. They include "In the Middle of the Trees" (Harper, 1958); "ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ" (Harper & Row, 1963); "The Rose on My Cake" (Harper & Row, 1964); and "Soap Soup and Other Verses" (HarperCollins, 1992).
journals and the poems her older sisters loved to read. They have pried up sections of tile in the basement, leaving ragged-edged patches of bare grout.
Mr. [Michael] Mazur wrote of his collaborations with the poet Robert Pinsky, whose translations of Dante he augmented visually. "At worst, illustrations can sidetrack the reader by introducing ideas or images that change the meaning of the text, skew its tone, diminish its impact. At its best, though, illustration is a reinvention."
said they couldn't have been blessed with a better son.
Miss [Bridget] Monahan helped found the St Swithun's Dramatic Society.
with her family and had varied interests, including field hockey, lacrosse, golf, figure skating and photography. Mun hoped to follow in her mother's footsteps and attend Brown University.
English at Rutgers, founded Raritan, an influential literary journal based there, in 1981. The magazine was an attempt--successful, by most standards--to engage both academics and non-academics "in a conversation about literature and culture," in the description of T. Jackson Lears, who took over as editor of Raritan in 2002.
and earned a degree in journalism with honors in 1950. Her education inspired a life-long love of classic literature, especially Bronte and Tennyson. She kept up her love of learning throughout her life, composing poetry, taking audio courses in history, philosophy and literature.
his passion for many forms of English, American and Greek poetry and literature, from Chaucer to Shakespeare, Mark Twain and Homer. While a new century dawned, emphasizing e-mail and texting, he taught generations of students the value and the beauty of fine literature
made in Brittany's memory.
and conversationalist. He enjoyed history and people. Reed's greatest joy was spending time with his family.
We begin with a very nice review of a book by the daughter of Dylan Thomas, Aeronwy Thomas, who just recently died. Our Back Page article, the eleventh of News at Eleven, is about the J. Frank Dobie's Paisano Ranch, a University of Texas retreat for writers which may be closing. In between you'll find news from around the world, some reviews, some profiles of poets, and a couple poems from the UK. And among the articles in the Great Regulars section, are some excellent poems and interesting points of view. It's all great reading.