the 15th, buddhist carnival time. it’s april, poetry month, so i’ll post only poems and poetry-related articles. from last month’s montreal zen poetry festival i longed to visit the eastern cliff countless years until today i finally grabbed a vine and climbed but halfway there met mist and wind the trail was too narrow for… Continue reading buddhist carnival: april 2009, poetry month
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recycled poetry on a wordless wednesday
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emily dickinson for sunday tea
for a leisurely sunday delight, please visit my friend ashok’s blog and a looong discussion of an emily dickinson poem – this one: i could suffice for him, i knew – he – could suffice for me – yet hesitating fractions – both surveyed infinity – “would i be whole” he sudden broached – my… Continue reading emily dickinson for sunday tea
poetry, meaning and ‘arse dribble’
today, i’d like to serve you up – arse dribble! that’s what stephen fry calls experimental poetry. don’t worry, there’s more on the menu. jim murdoch over at the truth about lies has a good post on poetry and meaning, where he lays out two styles of experimental poetry – ‘decoder ring’ and ‘the emperor’s… Continue reading poetry, meaning and ‘arse dribble’
another frozen pea friday
last week i asked out loud, why is it that i keep writing about cancer? when i don’t understand something, i sometimes write a poem or two. then i let it sit, and some time afterwards, it’s possible that the world makes a little more sense to me. so i wrote these three little poems.… Continue reading another frozen pea friday
mother’s day poems
for this mothers day, some poems i’ve written over the years: mother of the centre mother of the centre, black madonna, spirals around herself – invisible and solid iridescent and opaque invincible and weak irresistible and stark irreverent and pious – and dances: she is a dervish queen! the dust that swirls around her feet… Continue reading mother’s day poems
a poem, with love
whatever you say it’s alright i take your word i take it in into my ears into my heart into my bones i take your words into the cradle of my arms choobeechoocheecha rock them to sleep in their own sound and let them rest and let them dream deep in my soul when they… Continue reading a poem, with love
thanks, violeta
the other day, i came across pensieve, who is challenging the blogosphere to come up with a thanksgiving limerick. since i’ve been digging back into my chilean songs lately, i came up with this harebrained idea of trying to turn violeta parra’s gracias a la vida into a limerick. it doesn’t do justice to violeta’s… Continue reading thanks, violeta