Thursday, September 23, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Victoria Imperatrix rules the sceptred
sphere – she oversees legions of maiden
'fishing fleets' breaking the waves
for the love of a 'heaven-born' Etonian!
Smoke from cheroots, fetes on lawns,
dances by moonlight at Alice in Wonderland –
no the Viceroy – the Viceroy's ball!
Lock, stock and bobbing along on
palanquins to gothic verandahs where dawn
Himalayas through Poobong-mist,
the twelve-bore or swagger stick topi-and-khaki
bobbery shikar, Tally ho! for the boars
in a dead-leaf hush and by Amritsar
what a bang!bang! bagging the flamiest tiger!
Jackals, panthers, leopards, blackbucks
and swanny bustards, pig-sticking, Kipling,
Tatler, Tollygunge, High Jinks and howdahs
for mansion whacking banks, and the basso
profundo of evensong, frog song, poppy-pods,
housey-housey and hammocks under the Milky Way . . .
Tromping home trumps – here come the cummerbund
sahibs tipsy with stiff upper lips
for burra pegs of brandy pawnee,
pink gin and the Jaldi punkawallaaahhhh!
on six-meal days with tiffin and peacocks
and humps and tongue and the croquet and polo
and snooker at Ooty and yaboos, and sabre-
curved mustachios twirling for octoroons
panting in gunna-green fields, and ayahs
akimbo and breathless zenanas behind
bazaars where the nautch and the sun never sets
when mango's the bride-bed of lingam-light,
in a jolly good land overflowing with silk and
spice and all the gems of the earth! Er
darling, it's not quiiite the koh-i-noor
but would you . . . (on a train that's steaming
and hooting on time through a tunnel) Ooo darling
a diamond! You make me feel so alive.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
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Saturday, September 18, 2010
The Drunken Boat, founded and edited by Rebecca Seiferle, award-winning poet and teacher of English and creative writing at San Juan Community College in Farmington, was once a NM poetry publication but no longer.
There is still a Drunken Boat, but minus "The," published out of NYC and with a different editor, also academic. Is there any connection beyond obvious reference to Rimbaud's Le Bateau Ivre (avec explication)? I couldn't say. My choice: re-read the poem. In French as usual. I've never read it in English: you're on your own as to best translation.
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Reposted from The Poetics List
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
via The Poetics List: http://epc.buffalo.edu/poetics/welcome.html
Links (guaranteed bot free) from the Library of Congress
- LoC Poetry resources
- Poetry Audio Recordings: guide to resources
- How to find a poem
- Walt Whitman
- American Memory Collection
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Though readers sensed already what was there,
Woven of one cloth, whatever tongue it be,
And in the long run all equally threadbare.
Still, unfolded again, after their lonely meals,
At night on watch, in bunks, once tales are told;
For those who've fought their solitary ordeals,
Such characters nourish as they did of old.
Between 'my dearest' and 'yours ever' there can be
But one theme – kids, isle, village homes they own –
Which only weddings, births and deaths rephrase.
After so long on board, it seems as if a haze
Shrouds what they know on land, they are alone,
One with the ship, consorting with the sea.
Ed. Note: I'm contemplating an ongoing series on publishing poetry, primarily in New Mexico but perhaps with occasional forays into other publishing related topics. Now I need a sharp and catchy title for the series. "Getting it out/there/where"? There's always the "publish/perish" meme but the association is so academic and you know what Beckett called that.
Friday, September 10, 2010
The Duende Poetry Series 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Sunday, September 5, 2010
El poeta pide a su amor que le escriba
Amor de mis entrañas, viva muerte
En vano espero tu palabra escrita
Y pienso, con la flor que se marchita,
Que si vivo sin mí quiero perderte.
El aire es inmortal. La piedra inerte.
Ni conoce la sombra ni la evita.
Corazón interior no necesita
La miel helada que la luna vierte.
Pero yo te sufrí. Rasgué mis venas
Tigre y paloma sobre tu cintura
En duelo de mordiscos y azucenas.
Llena pues de palabras mi locura,
O déjame vivir en mi serena
Noche del alma para siempre oscura.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Onto the designated topics: conference and calendar. The conference, 3rd Annual Albuquerque Cultural Conference "Crisis, Community & Performance: Building a Resilient Society" is Friday Sept 3rd through Labor Day, Monday Sept 6th, with poets and panels. Poetry is Friday Sept 3rd @ the Kimo Theater in Albuquerque. Featured poets include Hakim Bellamy, Lisa Gill, Mary Oishi, Shirley Geok-Lin Lim, Sharon Doubiago, Demetria Martinez, Margaret Randall. Saturday and Sunday are devoted to panels (see schedule on website) @ the Harwood Art Center 1114 7th St. NW in Albuquerque.