Archive for September, 2011
Tuesday, September 20th, 2011
THE ORIGIN OF THE SPECIES AND OTHER POEMS by Ernesto Cardenal
Review by Magdalena Edwards THE ORIGIN OF THE SPECIES AND OTHER POEMS by Ernesto Cardenal Translated and Introduced by John Lyons Foreword by Anne Waldman Texas Tech University Press BOX 41037 Lubbock, Texas 79409 ISBN 978-0-89672-689-5 2011, 141 pp., $21.95 http://ttupress.org/ I first read the Nicaraguan poet, Catholic priest, and social activist Ernesto Cardenal (1925 [...]
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Monday, September 19th, 2011
“Spanish Dancing Aboard the Queen Elizabeth” by Art Beck
THE IMPERTINENT DUET:: TRANSLATING POETRY WITH ART BECK #1: SPANISH DANCING ABOARD THE QUEEN ELIZABETH (in collaboration with Silvia Kofler) I. A Small Question of He or It At this year’s American Literary Translators Association conference, Silvia Kofler, an old friend and colleague, showed me a translation of Rilke’s “Spanish Dancer” that she’d come across [...]
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Sunday, September 18th, 2011
“My Grandmother’s Cow” by Maya Jewell Zeller
Maya Jewell Zeller MY GRANDMOTHER’S COW My grandmother didn’t have a cow, but if she did, it would have been a Holstein, cross-bred with a Friesian, because good Marguerite herself was slim but sturdy and beautiful in black-and-white. And because she was Catholic, it would have been a dairy cow; it would have sustained her [...]
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Saturday, September 17th, 2011
“Make a Wish Foundation” by Adam Michael Wright
Adam Michael Wright MAKE A WISH FOUNDATION None of us thought he’d make Disney World in time, which is what he asked for before he died. A fever steered Jonah, Mariah’s brother, toward extinction on a mattress in Biloxi. He was nine; wouldn’t [...]
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Friday, September 16th, 2011
“The Petty Snow” by Scott Withiam
Scott Withiam THE PETTY SNOW Winter’s first snowflakes stuck together on their way down. There were so many people upon which they fell who were not sticking together. There was an unsnapped driving glove fallen to the wet slop, looking like a tired tongue hanging out. People awkwardly slipped away from each other, bodies taut. [...]
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Thursday, September 15th, 2011
2011 Rattle Poetry Prize Finalists
Rattle is proud to announce the Finalists for the 2011 Rattle Poetry Prize: Pia Aliperti Atlanta, GA “Boiler” . Tony Barnstone Whittier, CA “Why I Am Not a Carpenter” . Kim Dower Los Angeles, CA “Why People Really Have Dogs” . Courtney Kampa Oak Hill, VA “Self-Portrait by Someone Else” . M Portland, OR “To [...]
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Wednesday, September 14th, 2011
“Salome” by Jesse Weiner
Jesse Weiner SALOME do you remember that cartoon, was it popeye, with louis armstrong singing I’ll be glad when you’re dead, you rascal you. he was a cloud, turned into a head, following bluto and singing. bluto learned fear. I love those cartoons because anything could happen, like popeye’s arm turning into an anvil or [...]
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Tuesday, September 13th, 2011
“A Bad Way to Go” by Charles Harper Webb
Charles Harper Webb A BAD WAY TO GO “Goodbye everybody.” —Hart Crane, jumping off the SS Orizaba The suicide-by-gun takes a deep breath, jerks one finger, and it’s done. The suicide-by-pills pretends that Mommy’s tucked him in. The suicide-by-razor kicks back in a red, relaxing bath. The suicide-by-car screams like a rock star all the [...]
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Monday, September 12th, 2011
“Relic” by Kathleen A. Wakefield
Kathleen A. Wakefield RELIC Only a severed finger was returned from each of the bodies —from an NPR hourly news report, March 2008 The one bruised by hammer and rock knew also the coolness of stone rolled in the pocket, traced a name in dust, hollow of a lover’s throat. Steered lever, joystick, shovel, wheel, [...]
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Sunday, September 11th, 2011
“Loaves and Fishes” by Elizabeth Volpe
Elizabeth Volpe LOAVES AND FISHES Santa Catalina Retirement Villas, April 2008 Rebuttering the roll I’ve torn into pieces, I smile across the table at Gladys and Walt, recruited to make Mom and Dad feel welcome. When the popcorn shrimp appear, they could be anything, tiny balls of deep fried anything. [...]
