November 30th Poetic Ticker Clicking
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that I imagine in the poem. I love New York. It's the destruction of American political power. Instead of transforming the world according to its values, America has turned the world into a military barracks and a marketplace. I think America has betrayed the spirit of its founding humanism."
and vociferous opponents, the ones who write her hate mail and threaten to throw acid in her face, tend to be men who think her work is too provocative and destabilising to the status quo.
on November 10 by the High Court for State Security and then returned to her women's prison in Duma, near Damascus," the groups said in a joint statement.
measures to ensure her [Taslima Nasrin's] safe return. It should not bother about the chorus of indignation against her raised by religious fanatics inside and outside the country. The self-proclaimed guardians of Islam should not be allowed to go too far in dealing with the Taslima Nasrin issue. As a matter of fact, it is they who have made her a hot subject of debate, and thus pushed her into a prominence she does not in reality deserve. If you do not like her writings, you may jolly well shut your eyes to them; or give a flat 'No' to them; or write her off as an eccentric old bore. But you can never be in pursuit of her to put her to the sword.
have been sanctioned for paying too much attention to the release of Nobel peace laureate Aung San Suu Kyi, the head of the opposition National League for Democracy, on 13 November.
"I thought, 'I can do this.'"
of his [Mick Imlah's] poetry came from a very private region of his life, often hard to square with the record of his evident success in work, love, art and sport. But equally, the poems are never confessional, and though there were certainly periods of unhappiness and confusion in his life, the reader will search in vain for an unmediated account of them in his work. It was always his belief that poems "should somehow (whatever else they do) entertain or stimulate a reader, rather than exalting the writer".
is "this wonderful travelling pen set he had, with a tiny bottle of ink, a little knife and some goose-feather quills in a case, very battered and well used. It's the practicality of it, somehow, that really conjures the way Burns wrote, often out in the country; certainly not sitting in some studio. Sometimes he wrote on horseback, or upstairs at an inn, or at a drinking club in Edinburgh, and this particular object really brings that spontaneity to life."
let alone Latin or Old French--in today's Penguin or Oxford books of English verse. From a twenty-first-century Scottish or Irish perspective this seems disturbingly maimed: how can anthologists as astute as Christopher Ricks anthologize English poetry so damagingly by excluding "The Dream of the Rood" or "The Seafarer" or parts of Beowulf? The friendship between [Sorley] MacLean and [Hugh] MacDiarmid made possible in Britain the sort of general anthologizing that a boxed-in England still lacks: the collection of a nation's poetic inheritance to include work from a linguistic spectrum extending far beyond modern English.
and enchantment, the communicators of [his wife] George revealed to him that the moment of sexual union was a portal to knowledge of the spiritual world--a knowledge that carried with it a metaphorical language rooted in a belief system of stunning power and richness.
that marriage is something so many still have faith in is a remarkable thing.
was her first published book. The poem "Crone" comes from her collection of poems "Why Still Dance: 75 Years, 75 Poems."
the poet laureate's elegy for Simon.
to a halt, the doors "leap open, emptying light." The light inside the vehicle seems to pour out like water, as the paramedics bring out the "stretchers," onto which they quickly place the "mangled" bodies of the crash victims. The medical workers "stowed" the crash victims "into the little hospital." Then the sound of the "bell" resumes as the vehicle leaves to take the injured to the real hospital.
to eight hours of sleep a night, which means going to bed around 9:30 because, if you want to be cool like a poet, you'll be getting up at least three times to see if they've posted a new poem on VerseDaily.com. Don't play pool--at least don't be any good at it. Don't sin. Stay away from gin because a) the good stuff is expensive, and b) the cheap stuff goes right to your head and will likely result in a showing of that bad tattoo you got when you turned 18.
by Linda Pastan
crossword puzzle you ever will work on, well, that's defeat, but a small and amusing defeat. Here George Bilgere, a poet from Ohio, gives us a picture of his mother's last day on earth.
in front of her eyes and she would blink again and again. Yet even with her eyes closed she could catch you stealing a cookie or not washing behind your ears.
hardly does justice to the freshness of the poem as we read it right now--here, in the timeless present. The crooked man leaps off the page into our imagination, a lopsided body, wonky nose, and bandy legs, zig-zagging hither and thither with his arms akimbo.
in 1722, Mary Leapor, the author of this week's poem, "The Epistle of Deborah Dough", has more than a county in common with John Clare. Leapor's background was humble, like Clare's. She was never fêted in her lifetime, but later her work fulfilled the fashionable demand for the "natural poet". In the words John Dunscombe wrote more than 40 years after her death, she was "a most extraordinary uncultivated genius".
as the source of "the God delusion," I see as a sensing that ingredients of personality are present even in "non-living objects." At no point, however, is this sense likely to cause me to believe in something non-existent. I know the difference between a rock and a unicorn.
by Eric Chaet
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she [Izabella Akhatovna "Bella" Akhmadulina] openly supported persecuted writers like Boris Pasternak and Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn and political dissidents like Andrei D. Sakharov. In 1979, she fell out of favor by contributing a short story to Vasily Aksyonov's unofficial collection Metropol, a transgression that froze her already chilly relations with the government.
Antioch Christian Church near Olney. She loved to spread the Word of the Lord and teach little children about God. She also enjoyed writing poetry.
founded the National Conference of Negro Artists. Burroughs wrote numerous children books and received countless honors and citations for her work in art. She earned her bachelor's degree and master's degree in art education from the Art Institute of Chicago. One of her most noted book of poems, What Shall I Tell My Children Who Are Black?, was published in 1968.
to lift up them through music and poetry. The ECU junior planned to go into entertainment law.
won an award for an inspirational article that appeared in Guideposts magazine. For that, she got to meet Norman Vincent Peale, one of the founders of Guideposts, the Christian nonprofit organization.
and loved to draw. She wrote many beautiful poems. Jen enjoyed singing, dancing, music and all different arts and crafts.
with a talented pen, she [Irene Klass] also contributed commentary, poetry and general articles that appeared regularly in the paper.
were parochial, in 2007 [Steve] MacDonogh pointed to the fact that his lists included writers from Slovenia, Bosnia-Herzegovina and the US.
was heard through her voice, guitar and drums, in addition to her passion for drawing and poetry.
boxing in college, running the track at Cabrillo College in his fifties, and walking with Laddie, his inseparable Welsh corgi companion, through Bayside Village in Newport Beach in his seventies, he lived an active and vibrant life. Dan [Payne] was a poet who loved listening to Irish Folk music, collecting Native American crafts, debating current events, challenging established ideas, and laughing over a competitive game of cribbage or bridge.
writing at Montclair State University from 1964 to 1988 and organized the course on women's poetry. She later was an adjunct professor at Fairleigh Dickinson University and Bergen Community College.
lived on a ranch where he was learning to ride, care for and connect with horses. He was a talented musician, playing the drum set, writing poetry for lyrics, and playing the music he wrote with his bands.
his energy would shame any youth and his dramatic works like 'Baya Daar Ughad,' 'Khandobacha Lagin,' 'Vithu-Rakhumai,' will remain before one's eyes forever," [Chief Minister Prithviraj] Chavan said.