Archive for June, 2011
Monday, June 20th, 2011
SELF-PORTRAIT WITH EXPLETIVES by Kevin Clark
Review by Bill Neumire SELF-PORTRAIT WITH EXPLETIVES by Kevin Clark LSU Press 3990 West Lakeshore Drive Baton Rouge, LA 70808 ISBN 978-0-8071-3645-4 2010, 80 pp., $16.95 http://www.lsu.edu/lsupress When I was an undergraduate at SUNY Brockport I took a class called “The Writer’s Craft” that featured weekly readings by visiting poets. This was back in 2002 [...]
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Sunday, June 19th, 2011
“Field Hospital” by Andrea Hollander Budy
Andrea Hollander Budy FIELD HOSPITAL Southern France, 1945 What young men won’t do, my father wondered, scalpel in hand, his army drabs stained red, catching his breath beneath his surgeon’s mask, peering again into the body of this boy he guesses joined up like all the rest: to prove [...]
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Saturday, June 18th, 2011
“Some Thoughts on the Relationship Between Poetry and Psychology” by Richard Brostoff
Richard Brostoff SOME THOUGHTS ON THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN POETRY AND PSYCHOLOGY Blake, in the Marriage of Heaven and Hell, embraces an inversion of our conventional beliefs: “It indeed appear’d to Reason as if Desire was cast out, but the Devil’s account is that the Messiah fell & formed a heaven of what he stole from [...]
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Friday, June 17th, 2011
“3 PM Clients Must Not Be Boring” by Myra Binns Bridgforth
Myra Binns Bridgforth 3 PM CLIENTS MUST NOT BE BORING The asparagus fern sits in a sun filled corner like a sweet faced toddler plopped on a potty chair, up turned face beaming, planning to stay put a while. The clock clicks to the hour and even though I want to stay put to watch [...]
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Thursday, June 16th, 2011
“When’s a Fork a Spoon” by Marianne Boruch
Marianne Boruch WHEN’S A FORK A SPOON When’s a fork a spoon or a spoon a fork, little tines stinging out at the end? Weird and not right but handy, she insisted. And runcible, good, long-lived. The owl, the pussycat—you know that poem— out to sea in a beautiful boat by a small guitar, my [...]
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Wednesday, June 15th, 2011
LAMOTHE-CADILLAC: SA JEUNESSE EN FRANCE by Beverly Matherne
Review by Joshua Armstrong LAMOTHE-CADILLAC: SA JEUNESSE EN FRANCE, bilingual collection of prose poems by Beverly Matherne Centenary College of Louisiana Press Editions Tintamarre ISBN 978-0982055823 2009, 118 pp.,$13.50 www.centenary.edu Antoine de Lamothe-Cadillac (1658-1730) was a French explorer of the New World. He would go down in history books (and here I’m paraphrasing the Dictionary [...]
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Tuesday, June 14th, 2011
“Can They Do That?” by Ace Boggess
Ace Boggess “CAN THEY DO THAT?” asked by Johnny Redmond They can feed you pulverized bones of rat, but not the eyes or hair. They can softly submerge your face in the sink, never the toilet without a showing of cause. They can sing country western songs all night [...]
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Monday, June 13th, 2011
“The Book of the Dead Man (Peacetime)” by Marvin Bell
Marvin Bell THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (PEACETIME) Live as if you were already dead. —Zen admonition 1. ABOUT [...]
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Sunday, June 12th, 2011
“Urgent Care” by Heather Bell
Heather Bell URGENT CARE I begin to see a therapist because there is still plastic on my sofa. I begin to see a therapist because there are car parts in my living room. I begin to see what he is talking about: when he asks, “and do you have hallucinations or hear voices?” I know [...]
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Saturday, June 11th, 2011
“While I Am Driving in the Morning…” by Cindy Beebe
Cindy Beebe WHILE I AM DRIVING IN THE MORNING I CALL MY FATHER AT WORK at the Exxon station, where my father who is 71 years old would hang around joking with the guys piling off truckbeds at 8 a.m. to buy burritos until Emily the boss offered him a job cleaning the parking lot, [...]
