Wednesday, January 07, 2015
Monday, January 05, 2015
e.rateo - new work galore ...
e·ratio poetry journal 20 · 2015, which has new work by: Elizabeth Robinson, Jennifer Firestone, Wendy Vardaman, Jeffrey Jullich, rob mclennan, Sean Howard, Jill Jones, Vanessa Couto Johnson, David Chikhladze, Claire Warren, Doris Neidl, Marilyn Stablein, Apryl Miller, Eileen R. Tabios, Linda Kemp, Jacqueline Winter Thomas, Lauren Marie Cappello, Mary-Marcia Casoly, Mark Lamoureux, Carey Scott Wilkerson, Jeremy Biles. Plus Yvan Goll translated by Donald Wellman, Xiao Kaiyu translated by Christopher Lupke. Visual poetry by Yakman K. Tsering, and “Ontologies of Lack and Excess in the Lyrical Poetics of Mark Strand and Rainer Maria Rilke” essay by Jacqueline Winter Thomas.
Saturday, January 03, 2015
Poet Miller Williams, 84, dies
Lucinda Williams and her father, Miller
Famed Arkansas poet Miller Williams, who founded the University of Arkansas Press and read a poem at President Bill Clinton's 1997 inauguration, died Thursday night at a Fayetteville hospital after years of battling Alzheimer's disease, a family friend confirmed.
Williams, 84, was born in Hoxie and moved around as a child while his father worked as a Methodist minister, according to an Encyclopedia of Arkansas entry.
He graduated from Arkansas State College -- now Arkansas State University -- with a degree in biology in 1951 and published his first collection of poems in 1952, called Et Cetera.
Williams taught biology at several schools before getting a job in the Louisiana State University's English Department with the help of Flannery O'Connor in 1962, according to the Encyclopedia of Arkansas. He returned to Arkansas in 1970 to the University of Arkansas at Fayetteville.
In the decades that followed, Williams received numerous awards and published several more collections of poetry.
At the Clinton inauguration, Williams read "Of History and Hope," which he described in a 2013Oxford American interview as a "consideration of how a look at a nation's past might help determine where it could be led in the future."
Williams married twice and had three children, including singer and songwriter Lucinda Williams.
Read on at
Friday, January 02, 2015
David Orr’s 10 Favorite Poetry Books of 2014
"When it comes to annual best-books lists, poetry is the cat that wandered into the dog show. " - David Orr at The New York Times.
I'll just give you his list of the 10 Favourite Poetry Books (American) of 2014, then the address if you'd like to read his short blurb on each book.
I'll just give you his list of the 10 Favourite Poetry Books (American) of 2014, then the address if you'd like to read his short blurb on each book.
Louise Glück, “Faithful and Virtuous Night.”
Saskia Hamilton, “Corridor.”
J. D. McClatchy, “Plundered Hearts: New and Selected Poems.
Joshua Mehigan, “Accepting the Disaster.”
Gregory Pardlo, “Digest.”
Kevin Prufer, “Churches.”
Alan Shapiro, “Reel to Reel.”
Arthur Sze, “Compass Rose.”
Christian Wiman, “Once in the West.” .
Thursday, January 01, 2015
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Wednesday, December 31, 2014
To you all out there, Happy New Year
This old dude will be snoring at midnight,
so may you all have a happy and prosperous
New Year 2015.
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Katherine Gallagher - Melbourne, Paris and London
'... Bring out your gambler, / risk-taker. Surprise yourself.'
- Katherine Gallagher
Monk at the Five Spot
Our set tonight’s comes from a release aptly titled Thelonious In Action, which is every bit true when you include a line-up of Johnny Griffin, Ahmed Abdul-Malik and Roy Haynes. Featured are some classic Monk tunes in true Monk style.
In the band
Thelonious Monk; piano
Johnny Griffin; tenor saxophone
Ahmed Abdul-Malik; bass
Roy Haynes; drums
Johnny Griffin; tenor saxophone
Ahmed Abdul-Malik; bass
Roy Haynes; drums
Tracks in this feature
1. 'Light Blue'
2. 'Coming on the Hudson'
3. 'Rhythm-A-Ning'
4. 'Epistrophy (Theme)'
5. 'Blue Monk'
6. 'Evidence'
7. 'Epistrophy (Theme)'
8. 'Unidentified Solo Piano'
9. 'Blues Five Spot'
10. 'In Walked Bud/Epistrophy (Theme)'
2. 'Coming on the Hudson'
3. 'Rhythm-A-Ning'
4. 'Epistrophy (Theme)'
5. 'Blue Monk'
6. 'Evidence'
7. 'Epistrophy (Theme)'
8. 'Unidentified Solo Piano'
9. 'Blues Five Spot'
10. 'In Walked Bud/Epistrophy (Theme)'
All compositions by Thelonious Monk
Recorded August 7, 1958. CD: Thelonious In Action(Riverside/OJC 103-2)
Friday, December 26, 2014
Sorry it's late, but it is funny ...
Night Before Christmas in Aussie land
'Twas the night before Christmas; there wasn't a sound. Not a possum was stirring; no-one was around. We'd left on the table some tucker and beer, Hoping that Santa Claus soon would be here; We children were snuggled up safe in our beds, While dreams of pavlova danced 'round in our heads; And Mum in her nightie, and Dad in his shorts, Had just settled down to watch TV sports. When outside the house a mad ruckus arose; Loud squeaking and banging woke us from our doze. We ran to the screen door, peeked cautiously out, snuck onto the deck, then let out a shout. Guess what had woken us up from our snooze, But a rusty old Ute pulled by eight mighty 'roos. The cheerful man driving was giggling with glee, And we both knew at once who this plump bloke must be. Now, I'm telling the truth it's all dinki-di, Those eight kangaroos fairly soared through the sky. Santa leaned out the window to pull at the reins, And encouraged the 'roos, by calling their names. 'Now, Kylie! Now, Kirsty! Now, Shazza and Shane! On Kipper! On, Skipper! On, Bazza and Wayne! Park up on that water tank. Grab a quick drink, I'll scoot down the gum tree. Be back in a wink!' So up to the tank those eight kangaroos flew, With the Ute full of toys, and Santa Claus too. He slid down the gum tree and jumped to the ground, Then in through the window he sprang with a bound. He had bright sunburned cheeks and a milky white beard. A jolly old joker was how he appeared. He wore red stubby shorts and old thongs on his feet, And a hat of deep crimson as shade from the heat. His eyes - bright as opals - Oh! How they twinkled! And, like a goanna, his skin was quite wrinkled! His shirt was stretched over a round bulging belly Which shook when he moved, l ike a plate full of jelly. A fat stack of prezzies he flung from his back, And he looked like a swaggie unfastening his pack. He spoke not a word, but bent down on one knee, To position our goodies beneath the yule tree. Surfboard and footy-ball shapes for us two. And for Dad, tongs to use on the new barbeque. A mysterious package he left for our Mum, Then he turned and he winked and he held up his thumb; He strolled out on deck and his 'roos came on cue; Flung his sack in the back and prepared to shoot through. He bellowed out loud as they swooped past the gates- MERRY CHRISTMAS to all, and goodonya, MATES!' |
In honour of Hannah Weiner
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Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Allen Ginsberg: Drawings and Inscriptions Gallery
Buddhist Wheel of Life, June 1990
If we are going to celebrate, let us all celebrate Living
and the ups-and-downs of Life on this plant.
See many more at http://www.poetspath.com/exhibits/ginsberg_doodles/06_1990.html
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Saturday, December 20, 2014
RECENTLY RELEASED FROM LITTERARIA PRAGENSIA BOOKS
TERRAIN
Essays on the New Poetics
eds. David Vichnar & Olga Pek
ISBN 978-80-7308-526-1 (paperback). 208pp
Publication date: December 2014
http://litterariapragensia.
Within our global-local environment there reverberates a polyphony of realities
that are inter-actual, intersecting, constantly contested, and always in the process
of assuming new forms, forming new hybrids, taking new plunges in transversal
directions. The essays collected in the present volume have been written in and
between London, Paris, Berlin and Prague and first appeared in the arts and poetics
magazine VLAK. As such, the essays position themselves “in between”–internationally,
interculturally, and intertextually–in order to map the terrain of an emergent poetics.
Contributors include: Guillermo Suarez Ara, Matthew Hall, Louis Armand, Jeroen
Nieuwland, David Vichnar & Olga Pek.
HELIXTROLYSIS
Cyberology & the Joycean “Tyrondynamon Machine”
by Louis Armand
ISBN 978-80-7308-539-1 (paperback) 256pp
Publication date: December 2014
http://litterariapragensia.
It is an intriguing feature of cybernetics, cognitive science, psychoanalysis,
critical theory & particle physics that at key moments in their recent evolution
their major practitioners have turned to the work of one particular “experimentalist”
writer, James Joyce, in whose key works — Ulysses & Finnegans Wake — they
have sought an articulation of the emergent virtuo-real universe which since the
mid-20th century we have increasingly come to inhabit. From these two books
have directly been drawn the name for the fundamental constituent of the nucleon
(Murray Gell-Mann’s quark), a new model of cognition (Daniel Dennett’s Joycean
machine), a radical cybernetic conception of language (Jacques Derrida’s
Joyceware), a psycho-analytical paradigm (Jacques Lacan’s sinthome), & the
foundations of post-War media theory (Marshall McLuhan’s Gutenberg Galaxy,
originally called The Road to Finnegans Wake).This volume examines a series of
counter arguments to the conventional account of literary cybernetics in light of
developments which have accompanied the encounter between critical theory
and cultural studies, namely ‘hypertextuality’ and ‘posthumanism.’ In each instance,
the continuing legacy of Joyce’s works is examined in detail.
Friday, December 19, 2014
'A Visit from St Nicholas' by Clement Clark Moore
The best-known Christmas poem of all, better known as 'Twas the Night Before Christmas, was first published anonymously, but was the work of the American poet Clement Clark Moore (1779-1863):
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Read more: http://www.theweek.co.uk/arts-life/61849/christmas-poems-ten-celebrations-of-the-festive-season#ixzz3MKyrks8e
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Starting to Write Poems: Online Course
Writers Centre Norwich and the University of East Anglia have teamed up to offer a suite of creative writing courses.
Led by writers with excellent records in teaching, the UEA-WCN Creative Writing Programme offers courses in both poetry and prose fiction and caters for beginners as well as for those who are more advanced. Benefit from the expertise of the UEA's creative writing department and learn online from anywhere, at any time.
This 12-week course, run by poet Helen Ivory will help you get to grips with key elements of writing poetry – learning how to explore the power of language and as a result, begin to develop your own voice.
You will benefit from one-to-one feedback throughout the course. Runs 20 April-6 July 2015; course fee is £450.
For details, click here.
About Starting to Write Poems - Online w/c 20th April - w/c 6 July 2015
Led by Bloodaxe-published poet Helen Ivory, this 12-week course will help you get to grips with key elements of writing poetry, from imagery and metaphor to how the poem looks on the page and sounds to the ear. You’ll learn how to explore the power of language and as a result, begin to develop your own voice.
Helen, who has over 15 years teaching experience, will give you one-to-one feedback throughout the course and you’ll be encouraged to share your learning and ideas with fellow classmates via the online discussion forum. By working on set exercises and completing assignments, you’ll gain a basic understanding of poetic form and feel confident about writing poetry. Your efforts will be rewarded with a Certificate of Completion from the University of East Anglia.*
*This course is not formally accredited however it is equivalent to an undergraduate Year One Creative Writing module.
Read the full course outline: Word / PDF.
Helen, who has over 15 years teaching experience, will give you one-to-one feedback throughout the course and you’ll be encouraged to share your learning and ideas with fellow classmates via the online discussion forum. By working on set exercises and completing assignments, you’ll gain a basic understanding of poetic form and feel confident about writing poetry. Your efforts will be rewarded with a Certificate of Completion from the University of East Anglia.*
*This course is not formally accredited however it is equivalent to an undergraduate Year One Creative Writing module.
Read the full course outline: Word / PDF.
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