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Some of our political poets in Great Regulars are bringing forth important perspectives through their articles. Among the poetry and other items in this section, check out René Wadlow's take on consensus in the UN, Luisetta Mudie on the suddenly-banned Chinese writers at the Frankfurt Book Festival, and Fatima Bhutto's look at the manufacturing of fear and the Chinese whispers in Pakistan.
a lawsuit accusing a poet of stealing a master's degree program and its faculty from New England College and recreating it at a rival school in New Jersey.
he put [John] Keats on a starvation diet of just an anchovy and a piece of bread a day to cut the flow of blood to his stomach. "You cannot think how dreadful this is for me," [Joseph] Severn wrote to a friend. "The Doctor on the one hand tells me I shall kill him to give him more than he allows--and Keats raves till I am in a complete tremble for him."
(three years before [Benjamin] Britten) the composer didn't even attend his memorial--though his music was played at it. So this last meeting between the two is [Alan] Bennett's brilliant conjecture.
toward this end--how we receive the warrior and how we apply healing to the larger community, I am very interested in what you have to say.
to which his work will be put, he is beset by images of the child who will be killed by the gun barrel he is fashioning, the young men who will jump from the army transport planes he helps to build. A smart grammatical turn in the final lines of "Bread and Blood" gives what could be stodgily polemical an extra edge:
of all things, and that land is a part of the concept of the wholistic nature of all creation. Land and its abilities sustain life; people and their abilities sustain life. This is an Indigenous world view."
is one of two poems included about the mistle thrush rather than the song thrush or the simple thrush, which also have two poems each. As Tim Dee explains in his foreword; where more than one poem is included it is in the hope that the echoes in the poems give 'a ghostly sense of birds through the human centuries'. This would stand as a good description of the impact of the anthology as a whole.
that captured Brian Johnstone's eye: a vivid fragment of the past. "I was struck by the poignancy of that, that someone hung those up to use and they're still there. As if someone just walked out the door and left it, which is such a metaphor for the way we go out of life."
A Poetic Response to Jay Michaelson
whose books were burned before the temple of Zeus in Athens by the Greek colonels, has a poem about the eye of Geo Milev (1895-1925), the Bulgarian poet. Milev had a blue glass eye, and when he was arrested and burned alive by the police, all that was left of him in the crematorium was the blue glass eye. This is from the poem of Ritsos:
usually a matinée and an evening performance--to make sure they get the right shot. With 13 cameras shooting continuously, this means editing from 26 versions of the play, a long process.
to at least glimpse even if not to see things whole, that makes these poems so memorable and so moving ("I think of those I loved and saw to die . . . I brushed them off,/those valorous, in my unseemly haste/of greedy living, and now must learn from them.").
these days, and their veracity is hard to gauge. No one knows what is real anymore in this country that seems hell-bent on self-destruction. In fact, our chief industry now seems to be the manufacture of fear, and everyone's on the assembly line. The combination of ever-present violence and lack of reliable information has made us a country of debilitating Chinese whispers.
to castigate a religion for admonishing humanity against the evils of overindulgence in the sex instinct. The speaker resents being told "Thou shalt not commit adultery."
holds a lot of promise here:
by Ted Thomas Jr.
handwritten manuscript of T.S. Eliot's groundbreaking poem, "The Waste Land," you wouldn't be able to trade it for a candy bar at the Quick Shop on your corner. Here's a poem by David Lee Garrison of Ohio about how unsuccessfully classical music fits into a subway.
of mine contacted me a few years ago and said Jane Campion was trying to get hold of me, I felt an odd mixture of surprise and pleasure (my affection for her work had already made me think of her as a sort-of friend). All was revealed when she rang a few days later: she'd been reading my biography of Keats and wanted to make a film about him. Could we meet the next time she was in London? She needed – she said this laughing – to make sure that she knew what he meant by "negative capability".
said he was originally invited by the organizers of the 61st Frankfurt Book Fair to attend the closing ceremony as a guest speaker, with a possible opportunity to make a short speech.
the poem about him creating havoc in a supermarket. But Eddie died of meningitis when he was 18. He appeared to have flu (and I did check for meningitis symptoms) so I put him to bed with paracetamol and we chatted. I went in at 6am the next morning and he was dead. I went crazy really, but I did ring the ambulance. They told me to pull him out of bed.
and punishment is so elemental and passionately forged that it seems irrelevant to object that the sin of albatross-shooting is, actually, rather minor, and the horrific punishments disproportionate. The power of the story may well be founded on its symbolic relation to the poet's own sense of worthlessness and impotence, as expressed in a letter to his friend, John Morgan:
in "Starting From Anywhere," I'd copy someone else's phrase or sentence at the top of a page and then see what it might prompt. I still have no idea where the voice came from in the book's last poem, except that somehow it was prompted by a sentence in a biography of Philip Larkin.
increasingly articulated but not yet manifested as consensus. The idea is that there is a relationship between security, development, and human rights. "It is clear that security cannot be enjoyed without development, that development cannot be enjoyed without security, and neither can be enjoyed without respect for human rights" as stated by the former Secretary-General Kofi Annan.
that this moment of my being contains somehow the whole of my past and that my future is but the continuing expansion of that same past (incorporating, of course, this present moment). But that this moment is somehow connected to the whole of time I can only assent to intellectually, the way I can assent to the idea that I am somehow connected to the whole universe. I can think it, but I don't really feel it.
by Leonard Cirino
Virginia. These poems are from her collection of poetry, "Brief Landing On The Earth's Surface," which was chosen by Philip Levine for a Brittiingham Prize. She recently returned from a year in Asia with her teenage son and is back in New York City, where she has lived for many years.
My Great-Grandmother's Bible
binge alcoholic. I was immeshed with the emotionally unpredictable. I grew up in that space between my father's enormous potential and everything he did not accomplish. And I think that's what my poems and stories are all about, in some way, even when I'm writing about anything else.
By Jim Harrison
are central ideas in this book, so it follows that [Lisa] Robertson would call upon the Epicurean philosophers: "Lucretius says the soul, the speaking, thinking force that flows through a girl/Is part of life not less than hand, foot or eyes are vital." The idea that the body and spirit are made of the same material is compelling to Robertson, whose poetics reside in a mixing of physical phenomena with philosophical inquiry.
the past and future become, the more our memories and expectations blur, the more time tricks and treats us, much like children in the end--homebound ghosts and goblins in the dark, haunted and haunting, free of old grievances, grateful for momentary, abundant, undeserved gifts.
and operated Shabbona Camping Resort for a number of years.
fishing, spending time at the cabin he bought in 1965, writing poetry, oil painting, tinkering with his model trains and HAM radios and participating in numerous civic organizations.
and had her poems published. She was a homemaker and had five children. She loved to cook and was a wonderful mother.
in the study of the ancient world and the teaching of the languages it spoke. His publications focused on Latin poetry and included Reading Latin Poetry (1967), Patterns of Action in the Aeneid (1970) and numerous articles and reviews in professional journals.
the "devoted" pensioners as Kenyan police held two suspects over their murder.
They kept watch when family members weren't around, took care of her lawn, and dropped by to chat. For the last four years, they held a birthday party for her.
founded a group of painters called Artist Hopid, which was dedicated to new interpretation of traditional Hopi art forms. After that, Kabotie painted, made jewelry, wrote poetry and essays, and lectured around the country. Kabotie's paintings and silverwork have an organic graffiti-like quality with dynamic motion and symbolism, with a rich color palette on canvas and an added dimension when rendered in silver.
Midwood High School in New York and attended Cumberland County College for writing and poetry. Several of her works were published in poetry books.
and was immortalized by Jack Kerouac, wrote a book of love poetry banned as obscene and seized by police, and believed in communal living, anarchic street theater, belly dancing, and all things beautiful.
playing guitar and harmonica, writing songs and poetry. He also enjoyed fishing and camping especially with his grandson, Aaron.
of the Abbot Public Library, in Marblehead, and was a member of the Massachusetts Historical Society and Saint Botolph Club. In 1967, he was director of publications at the Institute of Contemporary Art.
[Cameron Todd] Willingham often seemed thoughtful and introspective, sometimes expressing himself in poetry. He never wavered in maintaining his innocence throughout his 12-year confinement.
In IBPC news, we welcome new judge Majid Naficy! He kicks off the autumn season with results for October. Congrats to Anna Yin of PenShells for her 1st place poem "Rain", Walter Schwinn of Mosaic Musings for his 2nd place poem "Forbidden Lullaby"..., Mandy Pannett of The Write Idea for her 3rd place poem "Without salt", and Christopher T. George of FreeWrights Peer Review for his HM "Bills and Yet More Bills".