The past ten years have changed poetry in ways that have shocked and delighted even the most forward-thinking readers and writers. Online communities have flourished, dominant paradigms have shifted, and readers have found new solace in traditional forms. Poetry—and poetry communities—will never be the same. We asked poets and critics whose work has had a wide influence over the art form to describe the poetry "event" that most shaped their view of the decade. They focused on events both private and public, and their responses reveal that poetry in the new decade will continue to be a living, breathing, and ever-changing thing.—The Editors
Monday, December 28, 2009
2000-2009: The Decade in Poetry, Poetry Foundation Editors
The past ten years have changed poetry in ways that have shocked and delighted even the most forward-thinking readers and writers. Online communities have flourished, dominant paradigms have shifted, and readers have found new solace in traditional forms. Poetry—and poetry communities—will never be the same. We asked poets and critics whose work has had a wide influence over the art form to describe the poetry "event" that most shaped their view of the decade. They focused on events both private and public, and their responses reveal that poetry in the new decade will continue to be a living, breathing, and ever-changing thing.—The Editors
The Darkling Thrush, by Thomas Hardy
Let the poet-thrush's "happy good night air" sing us out of 2009, with all my thanks and good wishes to friends old and new, on (and behind the scenes of), Poem of the Week.
The Darkling Thrush
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Poster poems: Christmas
However, the feast of Christmas is far older than Prince Albert, a fact that we are reminded of most forcibly by two rather wonderful 17th-century poems, Robert Herrick's Ceremonies for Christmas, with its images of food, drink and the Yule fire, and A Christmas Carol by George Wither, which adds the age-old tradition of bringing winter greenery indoors for the mid-winter festival. The vision of Christmas that is represented in these poems was remarkably resilient and enduring; there is a strong thread that links them to Wordsworth's Minstrels, a poem that dates from the very cusp of the Victorian era.... Read more
Monday, December 21, 2009
Experimental Poetry from the Poet-Bot
More Poet-Bot.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Saturday poem: Christmas by Leigh Hunt
What! do they suppose that every thing has been said
that can be said about any one Christmas thing?
About beef, for instance?
About plum-pudding?
About mince-pie?
About holly?
About ivy?
About rosemary?
About mistletoe?
About Christmas Eve?
About hunt-the-slipper?
About hot cockles?
About blind-man's-buff?
About shoeing-the-wild-mare?
About thread-the-needle?
About he-can-do-little-that-can't-do-this?
About puss-in-the-corner?
About snap-dragon?
About forfeits?
About Miss Smith?
About the bell-man?
About the waits?
About chilblains?
About carols?
About the fire?
About the block on it?
About school-boys?
About their mothers?
About Christmas-boxes?
About turkeys?
About Hogmany?
About goose-pie?
About mumming?
About saluting the apple-trees?
About brawn?
About plum-porridge?
About hobby-horse?
About hoppings?
About wakes?
About "feed-the-dove"?
About hackins?
About yule-doughs?
About going-a-gooding?
About loaf-stealing?
About Julklaps? (Who has exhausted that subject, we should like to know?)
About wad-shooting?
About elder-wine?
About pantomime?
About cards?
About New-Year's Day?
About gifts?
About wassail?
About Twelfth-cake?
About king and queen?
About characters?
About eating too much?
About aldermen?
About the doctor?
About all being in the wrong?
About charity?
About all being in the right?
About faith, hope, and endeavour?
About the greatest plum-pudding for the greatest number?
Friday, December 18, 2009
Dancers honor poet with a whirl
The Mevlevi religious order founded by the still-trendy poet Rumi celebrates his life 800 years on, with performances by Sufi whirling dervishes. read more
Lunarosity: Dec issue, submission guidelines
Lunarosity is currently seeking submissions for 2010. Current submission needs for next issue: Poetry, five poems maximum, 100 line limit, shorter preferred; Fiction, Flash Fiction only, 300 word limit; no longer accepting essays. New publishing and submission policies as of December 1, 2009:
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Homemade Poetry Gift Ideas
A Do-It-Yourself Guide to the Holidays
There are many ways to give poetry for the holidays. Here are a selection of Do-It-Yourself gift ideas for kids, adults, the literary-minded and the economically-minded alike.
Seize the spirit in your home or in the classroom with these great D.I.Y. projects for kids. Print templates for poetry ornaments, make snow globes out of things you can find around the house, or start off your new year with personalized poetry calendars for your family and friends. On the web at: www.poets.org/diykids
Poetry Infusions
The holidays aren't the holidays without food, drink, and merriment. Try out one of these recipes for herb-infused vinegar and pair it with your favorite line from a selection of poems about rosemary, thyme, or sage by June Jordan, Walt Whitman, or Peter Gizzi. On the web at: www.poets.org/infusions
How to Make a Chapbook
For the more ambitious do-it-yourselfer, why not put together an anthology of cherished poetry to pass out this winter? The time-honored tradition of chapbook-making is a perfect way to express your affection on a budget. Select your favorite poems from our site, and follow these easy book-binding steps. On the web at: www.poets.org/chapbook
Thanks for being a part of the Poets.org community.
FINAL FRIDAY presents the HAIKU DETHMATCH
Cross posted from ABQ Slams, http://groups.yahoo.com/group/abqslams & http://abqslams.org ~ email: abqslams@yahoo.com Hola ABQ Poetry People! THIS FRIDAY NIGHT is the December edition of FINAL FRIDAY -- and the annual HAIKU DETHMATCH Championship! It's head-to-head poetry warfare, haiku style! Seventeen syllable battling with the top qualifiers from the ABQSlams' Fall Haiku qualifying season, culminating with a hear-to-head battle for the title, hosted by National Poetry Slam Haiku Champion and three-time Albuquerque Poetry Slam team member and captain Mathew John Conley (plus a feature by MJC himself!) To warm up the show: a youth poetry slam exhibition featuring the Duke City Youth Poets versus Silver City's HARDCORPS youth slam team! Plus music by DJ Smartiepants. Final Friday is sponsored by ABQSlams, Essential Elements, Winning Coffee Co., Warehouse 508 and Bradley's Books! opens with a youth poetry slam exhibition, featuring the Duke City Youth Poets versus Silver City's HARDCORPS youth slam team! This all happens Friday, Dec 18, 7 p.m. (sign-up at 6:30) @Winning Coffee WRITING INTENSIVE with MATHEW JOHN CONLEY, Saturday, Dec. 19, 10 am, WAREHOUSE 508, 508 First St. NW. Free to the first 20 youth poets who RSVP at 505.379.2666 or at the door $10 for writers over 21 years of age. For information on the slam or the writing intensive call/text 505.379.2666 or email info@abqslams. org. FINAL FRIDAY future schedule: · Friday, JAN. 29 -- featuring Bonafide Rojas from · Friday, FEB. 26 -- featuring ABQWOW Women's City champion Brooke von Blomberg! __,_._,___ |
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Ekleksographia: Volume Two: Anny Ballardini and Translations
Anny Ballardini lives in Bolzano, Italy. She grew up in New York, lived in New Orleans, Buenos Aires, Florence. A poet, translator and simultaneous interpreter for English, French, Italian, she received her MFA in Creative Writing from UNO, University of New Orleans, Chair and Director Bill Lavender. She teaches high school; edits an online poetry site; and writes a blog: Narcissus Works. Besides various full length publications of translations, to be mentioned are her two collections of poems, Opening and Closing Numbers, Moria Editions, Editor Bill Allegrezza, 2005; and Ghost Dance in 33 Movements Otoliths Press, Editor Mark Young, 2009.
Ekleksographia: Volume Two: Anny Ballardini and Translations
The artwork above is by Berty Skuber, cover for Rudolf Borchardt's The Passionate Gardener in the English translation by Henry Martin (McPherson & Company, Kingston, New York, October 2006)."Rudolf Borchardt's The Passionate Gardener is one of the most beautiful books ever written about gardening and the world of plants, about the poetry of observing and making sense of the world around us. It's a very difficult book, full of the language and the feelings of a former era, full of the hopes and aspirations of a former time. My own relationship to works in translation is highly poetic, since written language always turns itself for me into images. I constantly think and dream in various languages, and I think of translation as something magical. The images I see while reading a book like Anna Maria Ortese's L'Iguana in Italian and then while reading the same book in English are very different, even in passages where the meaning of the words is precisely the same."
American Life in Poetry: Column 247
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American Life in Poetry: Column 247
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE, 2004-2006
Family photographs, how much they do capture in all their elbow-to-elbow awkwardness. In this poem, Ben Vogt of Nebraska describes a color snapshot of a Christmas dinner, the family, impatient to tuck in, arrayed along the laden table. I especially like the description of the turkey.
Grandpa Vogt's—1959
The food is on the table. Turkey tanned
to a cowboy boot luster, potatoes mashed
and mounded in a bowl whose lip is lined
with blue flowers linked by grey vines faded
from washing. Everyone's heads have turned
to elongate the table's view—a last supper twisted
toward a horizon where the Christmas tree, crowned
by a window, sets into itself half inclined.
Each belly cries. Each pair of eyes admonished
by Aunt Photographer. Look up. You're wined
and dined for the older folks who've pined
to see your faces, your lives, lightly framed
in this moment's flash. Parents are moved,
press their children's heads up from the table,
hide their hunger by rubbing lightly wrinkled
hands atop their laps. They'll hold the image
as long as need be, seconds away from grace.
American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2008 by Benjamin Vogt, whose most recent book of poems is Indelible Marks, Pudding House Press, 2004. Reprinted by permission of Benjamin Vogt. Introduction copyright © 2009 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction's author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Solstice Candlelight Poetry Celebration
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Saturday, December 12, 2009
From the Fishouse
The Fishouse's mission is to use online technology and other media to provide the public with greater access to the voices of emerging poets, and to provide an educational resource to students and teachers of contemporary poetry.
Follow Fishouse on Twitter and join on Facebook for updates as additional live readings are edited and posted. Videos of Fishouse readings are continually added to our YouTube channel.
From the Fishouse takes its name, and the spelling of "Fishouse," from the writing cabin of the late Lawrence Sargent Hall. Hall renovated the former codfish-drying shack and wrote in the space for 50 years.
From the Fishouse
Ed note: maybe an idea for the Poets & Writers Picnic ~ archive sound and video records of picnic performances. A Picnic Facebook presence is underway but not yet published
Friday, December 11, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Sat Dec 12,: 516 WORDS Poetry & Music
516 ARTS presents Albuquerque poets Demetria Martinez and Margaret Randall and Taos poet Amalio Madueño (all of whom are featured in Mezcla, a poetry anthology recently published by the Tumblewords Project of El Paso) along with traditional Mexican and New Mexican music with Frank McCulloch y sus Amigos.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Sun Dec 13: "Watch Your (Mestizo) Mouth"
Mestizo Mouth is a mutli-voice collaboration of Albuquerque-based performance poets – Hakim Bellamy, Carlos Contreras, Cuffee, Damien Flores, Lee Francis IV, Jessica Lopez and Kenn Rodriguez.
Mestizo Mouth is an outgrowth of these seven poets’ work as part of both the championship Albuquerque Poetry Slam team and the University of New Mexico’s LoboSlam Collegiate poetry slam teams.
Mestizo Mouth is dedicated to creating spoken word and performance poetry that expands the boundaries of both while working from a platform where poets expand the idea of what performance poetry looks and sounds like.
Their current untitled show “ABQ Now” is their first collaboration as a large group
For more Mestizo Mouth, Albuquerque Now or Featured Events, call 243-7255 or go to http://cabq.gov/museum. (Erin Adair-Hodges) Albuquerque Museum of Art and History · 2 p.m. Upcoming Events at the Museum ~ Featured Events
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Please Vote for (the other) Poets & Writers
Read the Article
from bad to verse
The Good, the Bad, and the Good Bad by Abigail Deutsch
Read the entire article.
MORE BAD POETRY
Int'l Poetry Web Poem of the week ~ ARK
One stormy night I will open by myself
The lonely locked room beside me
I may find a candle-stub, a box of matches
A bolt of spiritual lightning to set me shivering
A stone sinks in the ocean five hundred metres off shore
The soul of a bird nesting in the cliffs is fervent and imperilled
Yes, the ocean is nearby, one stormy night
I will listen to the pounding of the waves and light the candle
Write life’s sun on the land
And the death-date of all things
But I am a young man walking towards the sea
After experiencing hardships I will be fully fledged
Three knocks on the door reverberate in my heart
The tide leaps onto the sandy shore like a great host of turtles
This night’s dagger, this flotsam from a seaborne ship
I pat the ancient ark, the bright moon hangs high
One stormy night I will open by myself
The lonely locked room beside me
© Xi Chuan © Translation: 2006, Tao Naikan and Tony Prince
Poem of the week ~ Xi Chuan page
Monday, December 7, 2009
A Poet Speaks
Whether you are a "wanderer, worshipper, or lover of leaving," there might be something for you at Zahra Partovi's multimedia Rumi installation, "A Poet Speaks," on display at the Center for Book Arts until the end of this week. For me, it was the nonchalant coexistence of art and office life: Partovi's "temple" is located on the way to the bathroom, right next to the microwave and coffeemaker. Walls of Rumi poetry (created by threading poem print-outs through sheets of mull cloth) are scattered throughout the Center's printing studio. When a phone rang at the reception, one side of a conversation about directions to the Center blended with the sound of recorded voices reading from the Diwan-e-Shams and Masnavi. And the to and fro of staff members on the way to the copier or back from the bathroom mirrored video footage of feet, shot from ground level. "I don't really understand the feet video," I confessed to James Copeland, who works at the Center. "I think of the syllables of poetry, feet on the move," he said dreamily. Of course. Here gallery and workplace blur into one. After all,
Within the Kaaba there are no rules
About facing Mecca.
—Jalaluddin Rumi
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Poetry Super Highway
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Friday, December 4, 2009
Poems to Stop Bulldozers
ARTICLES: December 4, 2009Vermin: A NotebookBY JOHN KINSELLA Poems can stop bulldozers. Washington, DC, Poetry TourOur nation’s capital through the eyes of its great poets.MORE FEATURES |
Thursday, December 3, 2009
New Journal : Call for Submissions
Ryga: A Journal of Provocations, a quarterly dedicated to honouring the legacy of one of Canada's greatest playwrights, is seeking prose, poetry, plays and artwork for upcoming issues. Details may be found at http://www.ryga.ca/journal.html. eMail questions to johnston@okanagan.bc.ca Sean Johnston, Editor, Dept. of English, Okanagan College 7000 College Way, Vernon, BC V1B 2N5 Tel: 250-762-5445 (ext. 4672) Toll Free: 1-877-755-2266 (ext. 4672) |
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Why I never became a poet | Jonathan Jones
Why I never became a poet | Jonathan Jones via Books: Poetry | guardian.co.uk by Jonathan Jones on 11/30/09
So, the Turner prize award is coming up, and it will be presented by the poet laureate. Which reminds me of my adolescent desire to be a poet. Perhaps most teenagers want to be poets, or at least songwriters, but if you're Welsh it's different. Wales is a bardic culture. Its cultural tradition is profoundly invested in the lineage of bards - oral poets - going back through the early middle ages and the Mabinogion into the mists of time. Writing poetry, in other words, seemed a very natural thing to do in north Wales and even, in some sense, a career aspiration or vocation – although I always wanted to write in English.
So ... I sang in my chains like the sea (complete Dylan Thoomas poem at end), until I actually got to go on a poetry course in a Nissen hut on a Snowdonian mountain, taught by the then-editor of the magazine Poetry Wales. A small group of would-be bards from schools in our area spent a couple of intense days trying to prove we were actual poets. I remember trying to impress people by quoting Paul Morley in NME saying that Joy Division were an "angst band". I was rightly mocked for this pretension.
When it came to the private tutorials, the man from Poetry Wales was nothing like as impressed with my verses as I hoped he'd be. Worse still, he really liked the work of a rival. He spoke with authority. I never aspired to be a poet after that moment of disillusion in the mountains.
This may seem a ramble, but actually it is pertinent to the use and abuse of criticism.