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Posts tagged poem

May 17 '13
Poetry is not a silent art. The poem must perform, unaided, in its reader’s head.

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May 10 '13
poetrysince1912:

—John Ashbery, Poetry, December 1955On Saturday we host our first-ever symposium on poets and artists, “Sitting Between the Sea and the Buildings.” Attend all day long our drop by for just part of the schedule.

poetrysince1912:

—John Ashbery, Poetry, December 1955

On Saturday we host our first-ever symposium on poets and artists, “Sitting Between the Sea and the Buildings.” Attend all day long our drop by for just part of the schedule.

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May 10 '13

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May 10 '13

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Apr 26 '13
How weightless
words are when nothing will do.

Philip Levine, from “Gospel

Favourite final sentences

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Apr 16 '13
poetsorg:

A line of advice from Philip Levine

poetsorg:

A line of advice from Philip Levine

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Apr 12 '13
theparisreview:

Our ménage à trois by candelight—;the various absurdities: black lace,pink mules, a little bo-peep teddy.
Afterward, bad Champagnein the kitchen of the pied-à-terre.The mind is an unforgettable red space.
But I, I can’t escape this place;—the steep of ridged limbs,the mountainous dark pining;
and love, the flickering hood of flame.
—Meghan O’Rourke, “Theory vs. Practice”Art Credit Katharine Harvey

theparisreview:

Our ménage à trois by candelight—;
the various absurdities: black lace,
pink mules, a little bo-peep teddy.

Afterward, bad Champagne
in the kitchen of the pied-à-terre.
The mind is an unforgettable red space.

But I, I can’t escape this place;—
the steep of ridged limbs,
the mountainous dark pining;

and love, the flickering hood of flame.

Meghan O’Rourke, “Theory vs. Practice”
Art Credit Katharine Harvey

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Apr 9 '13

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Apr 8 '13

Pablo Neruda makes me cry.

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Apr 5 '13
theparisreview:

In the shadowof the mountainquarters click
in the arcades.Staving offthe Centipede,
children licktheir cotton candy,sticky-pink with sun.
The pinballmachines gleam,a tabby cat preens…
By the red rockI sit rememberingmy “youth.”
How we drove thereand the shadowof an idea pursued me
and the landturned green with envyof all the new
things—curios twist in theshop windows,
digital bellsring outin the glade.
—Meghan O’Rourke, “Theory Vs. Practice”Art Credit Elijah Gowin

theparisreview:

In the shadow
of the mountain
quarters click

in the arcades.
Staving off
the Centipede,

children lick
their cotton candy,
sticky-pink with sun.

The pinball
machines gleam,
a tabby cat preens…

By the red rock
I sit remembering
my “youth.”

How we drove there
and the shadow
of an idea pursued me

and the land
turned green with envy
of all the new

things—
curios twist in the
shop windows,

digital bells
ring out
in the glade.

Meghan O’Rourke, “Theory Vs. Practice”
Art Credit Elijah Gowin

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