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and painters, and they're sort of waiting," [Brian] Turner told Here & Now's Robin Young. "They see the guns and the tanks and helicopters come, and they're wondering where is another part of the conversation, more of a dialogue in art, that kind of constructive conversation. So if anybody is interested in that, I would encourage them to not sit by the sidelines and not get involved. They're waiting for us."
with great energy and verve, attaining the momentum of a siege-tower falling off a cliff, and relishing the opportunity for comic boastfulness and gluttonous, bloodthirsty comedy. Before setting out for Rome, Arthur tackles the cannibal monster of Mont Saint-Michel, who "was bulky as a sea-pig with a brawny body,/and each quivering lump of those loathsome lips/writhed and rolled with the wrath of a wolf's head". With a generation of children raised on Horrible Histories, Armitage's version might do for alliteration what Eliot's Practical Cats once did for rhythm.
voice production to that used in the recitation of Fenian lays and of Greek epic. I expect [Seamus] Heaney understood the otherworldly trajectory of the poet in Gaelic culture. It is no surprise that MacLean encounters his co-choisiche, or double, in the wilderness of the Cuillin, on whose inhospitable peaks the tree of his creativity flourishes.
scholars to claim that there was a destruction of classical learning in the middle ages, or, as [Stephen] Greenblatt calls it, "a Great Vanishing", and that they were bringing the classical past back to life. As Francesco Barbaro wrote to Poggio [Bracciolini]: "You have revived so many illustrious men and such wise men, who were dead from eternity."
celebrated all things Bohemian and, in doing so, found a new excuse to rediscover [Langston] Hughes' poetry.
used the "N" bomb at all, calling it "vulgar and dangerous" to the black community.
misunderstandings, she [his wife Yuko Kawano] told him, "You try to justify your behavior with arguments." He fell silent. "You're a coward," she would say. Under such circumstances, he often did an about-turn when he arrived at the front gate of his house and returned to his office to avoid such quarrels. His children suggested he divorce her, but he never considered it.
bolstered from the inside out.
of a continuous mass of water made obvious by the movements of the sawdust filled him [Rabindranath Tagore] with a sense of wonder that never left him. According to him, this was the first time he realised that things that we thoughtlessly take for granted as natural and simple are, in fact, not so, and this set him wondering.
had been so impressed by Gertrude [Stein]'s massive head and body he wanted to paint her even before he knew her.
prophets of "digital Maoism."
something of the Rumpelstiltskin about him. From the foxy look in Washington Irving's eyes, meanwhile, I can only assume he has a teeny-tiny dagger tucked behind his copy of Rip Van Winkle.
during this festive time of year, we at "In Other Words" send you, Dear Free-Ranger IOWerZ and Intrepid Reg Readers, our finest greets and newsical treats from both our prose and poetry beats. Salut to you! May 2012 prove itself a breakthrough year for each and all of us, too . . . Or else!
by winning the Costa book of the year award for her collection Of Mutability, has ended 2011 by being named the latest recipient of the Queen's Gold Medal for Poetry.
by Gary Johnson
in this beautiful meditation on the stillness of nature she shows us how closely she's studied something that others might simply step over.
poetry in 1935, Robert P. Tristram Coffin taught at Bowdoin College and was a well-known historian as well as a poet. Walking by himself on a winter night in this poem, Coffin makes an unexpected connection with a stranger.
Rosa Parks Dreams
claustrophobic, wartime town is heightened by flashbacks to the glowing summer when a younger, merrier Katherine stayed with the Fennels. Both seasons are vividly evoked. Katherine's eye is the poet's eye.
Patti Smith is her refusal to be characterized. Rocker, poet, artist, mother: She seems to inhabit each of these roles almost effortlessly, moving among them as if the only difference was in our heads. And why not? For Smith, they all come out of the same impulse, a kind of ecstatic self-engagement, in which the line separating life and creativity, the mundane and the mystical, is an illusion, a border we create to bound ourselves.
putting our patio garden into order for the winter. This involved a lot of sweeping, an exercise that almost magically brings mind and body into coordination, the body being occupied just enough to keep you from trying to take control of the mind. This allows the mind to be itself, namely, something we ought to listen to rather than manage.
[Ralph Waldo] Emerson once wrote in an essay: "That which takes my fancy most, in the heroic class, is the good-humor and hilarity they exhibit." "William Rufus and the Jew" suggests that Emerson's hilarity, as Lazarus intuited, was leavened with a decided degree of contempt for Jewish people.
The Suit who pulled the trigger
the Emma Lazarus poem "In the Jewish Synagogue at Newport" with a 2009 article, "A Synagogue Despairs of a Sweeter New Year."
National Book Award, reflects on one of the great traditions of the holiday season: Handel's "Messiah."
By Monica Ferrell
Chapter Seven
saxophone craze in the '20s, but Wiedoeft, a man who could simultaneously play virtuoso saxophone and do cowboy rope tricks on stage, died forgotten. In a late poem, [Vachel] Lindsay writes if not directly of Wiedoeft then certainly of the music he created, and in so doing condemns the very milieu--"none but an assassin would enjoy this horn"--that for a while made Vachel Lindsay a cultural phenomenon.
was a gifted performer at table when he chose to be, and he seemed happy to perform for two dazzled young admirers. I was already a keen fan of his Homer translations. To my delight and confusion, not long after first looking into the Homer, I took a date to see Ken Russell's The Devils and there was Christopher Logue as Cardinal Richelieu. Jeepers. I'd never been in the presence of such a grand personality before, who'd seen and known and done so much, in the more exotic realms of 'culture'.
included 13 editions of his self-published "Words of Wisdom in Verse;" one edition of "Wisdom Shared in Poetic Verse," published by Publish America; poems appearing in 28 anthologies by the Library of Congress; and five poems for the Smithsonian Institution.
has been appointed as the new parliamentary poet laureate.
or being a spokesman for anything. I'm a poet, and poets are better known for working with more obscure intuitions. But in those moments I was reminded that the life of the soul can be powerful too. My chief intuition then was that we had to give name and form to this tragedy and somehow put that into action with real citizens as a way to tell the government, 'We need something new, especially new institutions to fight our lawlessness and corruption and impunity, not just that of the drug cartels but the state.'["--Javier Sicilia]
are usually Australian--the Blue Mountains, or the Southern Highlands, where he lives. But it is Walking Underwater, a poem he wrote in Portland, Oregon, that has won the inaugural Montreal International Poetry Prize, which at $50,000 is the world's richest prize for a single poem.
being nominated for or being awarded the Nobel Peace Prize provides an unquestionable degree of protection for imprisoned dissidents in China, for those whose individual freedoms have been illegally suppressed. It improves the poor conditions in which they are held. Without it, their situation would be much worse. Liu Xiaobo can be expected one day to testify to the effect of the Nobel Peace Prize on his prison conditions.
has crossed the limit. We should curtail them. They recite poems and hold discussions making derogatory comments against legislators and ministers. You should see what happened during the recent Sahitya Sammelan at Gangavati. They spoke despairingly about politicians. All of us, cutting across party lines, should think about this and decide what should be done," [Karnataka's Kannada and Culture Minister Govind] Karjol said.
"I was already writing poems when I started working as a roofer with the family firm. I decided to write poems on to the roofs that I was working on, often on to the joists or under the slates.