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won't you celebrate with me Here is a poem that will lift your spirits...listen to Lucille read it and celebrate with her.
won’t you celebrate with me
Lucille Clifton, 1936 - 2010
won’t you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model.
born in babylon
both nonwhite and woman
what did i see to be except myself?
i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my other hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed. Read Full Post
British nature writer Richard Jefferies A Forgotten Poet Laureate of Nature on How Beauty Dissolves the Boundary Between Ourselves and the World.
“The hours when the mind is absorbed by beauty are the only hours when we really live, so that the longer we can stay among these things so much the more is snatched from inevitable Time.”
BY MARIA POPOVA
A Forgotten Poet Laureate of Nature on How Beauty Dissolves the Boundary Between Ourselves and the World.
“We forget that nature itself is one vast miracle transcending the reality of night and nothingness. We forget that each one of us in his personal life repeats that miracle,” the great philosopher of science and natural history writer Loren Eiseley observed in his 1960 masterpiece on what a woodland creature taught him about the meaning of life.
Eiseley belongs to that rare class of enchanter — a lineage of exceptional nonfiction writers stretching from lyrically consummate scientists like Rachel Carson, Oliver Sacks, and Janna Levin to poet laureates of nature like Henry Beston and Annie Dillard — writers whose lyrical sensibility can be traced to one forgotten, immensely influential progenitor: the British nature writer Richard Jefferies (November 6, 1848–August 14, 1887). Read Full Post
John Ashbery has passed away A note from the editor: On Sunday, the poet John Ashbery died. He is considered by many to be one of the most important and most influential poets in the English language since 1950. He was 90 years old.
How to Continue
BY JOHN ASHBERY
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Oh there once was a woman
and she kept a shop
selling trinkets to tourists
not far from a dock
who came to see what life could be
far back on the island.
And it was always a party there
always different but very nice
New friends to give you advice
or fall in love with you which is nice
and each grew so perfectly from the other
it was a marvel of poetry
and irony
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Everyone Sang BY SIEGFRIED SASSOON A note from the editor: On this day 50 years ago, British poet Siegfried Sassoon died. He is best remembered for his compassionate poems of World War I, which brought him public and critical acclaim.
Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom,
Winging wildly across the white
Orchards and dark-green fields; on - on - and out of sight.
Everyone's voice was suddenly lifted;
And beauty came like the setting sun:
My heart was shaken with tears; and horror
Drifted away ... O, but Everyone
Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done. Read Full Post
When Just Showing Up Is Not Enough How to sculpt an environment that optimizes creative flow and summons relevant knowledge from your long-term memory through the right retrieval cues.
BY MARIA POPOVA
Reflecting on the ritualization of creativity, Bukowski famously scoffed that “air and light and time and space have nothing to do with.” Samuel Johnson similarly contended that “a man may write at any time, if he will set himself doggedly to it.” And yet some of history’s most successful and prolific writers were women and men of religious daily routines and odd creative rituals. (Even Buk himself ended up sticking to a peculiar daily routine.) Read Full Post
Poet Jane Kenyon’s Advice on Writing: Some of the Wisest Words to Create and Live By “Be a good steward of your gifts.” Poet Jane Kenyon’s Advice on Writing: Some of the Wisest Words to Create and Live By
“Be a good steward of your gifts.” Read Full Post
Epithalamium - A Greek poetic form that may inspire some of our fine WW poets. Here you go
light low and long
in the fields
at sunset and sunrise
Everything twice
a doubled existence
two nows
two thens
two names
yours and the other one
also yours
folded into a paper boat
the points of which
constellate stars
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Unlocking the Unconscious Through Poetry Here is the first stanza of the poem that changed my mind about Ashbery, and therefore about contemporary American poetry, and I guess therefore my life:
The One Thing That Can Save America
Is anything central?
Orchards flung out on the land,
Urban forests, rustic plantations, knee-high hills?
Are place names central?
Elm Grove, Adcock Corner, Story Book Farm?
As they concur with a rush at eye level
Beating themselves into eyes which have had enough
Thank you, no more thank you.
And they come on like scenery mingled with darkness
The damp plains, overgrown suburbs,
Places of known civic pride, of civil obscurity. Read Full Post
Afterlife by Natalie Eilbert There is no life after death. Why
should there be. What on
earth would have us believe this. Read Full Post
In Defense of Candelabra With Heads First the poet reads the original poem.
Then later she reads a defense of the poem.
Fascinating... Read Full Post
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