Archive for October, 2011
Tuesday, October 11th, 2011
“Sloan-Kettering” by Lynn Shapiro
Lynn Shapiro SLOAN-KETTERING One thing they don’t tell you about Sloan-Kettering is how beautiful the workers are, shepherdesses, sirens, brawny football players, ready to lift the heaviest bodies. One, rosy as a mountain child moves like the most even glare of light, never turns away till you have risen to follow her. She holds your [...]
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Tuesday, October 11th, 2011
“Crow and the Artist” by Doris Vernon
Doris Vernon CROW AND THE ARTIST Crow flings his black cloak over his bony shoulders Caws into the sky Calls others from the Crow Clan And leads them over the corn field He’s painting He’s painting They feel the vibrations rising Before they hear the sound the artist staggers through the field Down [...]
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Monday, October 10th, 2011
THE DRUNKEN BOAT AND OTHER POEMS tr. by Eric Greinke.
Reviewed by Art Beck THE DRUNKEN BOAT AND OTHER POEMS FROM THE FRENCH OF ARTHUR RIMBAUD AMERICAN VERSIONS, BILINGUAL ADDITION tr. by Eric Greinke. Presa Press PO Box 792 Rockford, MI 49341 ISBN# 0-9772524-7-7 108 pp., expanded 4th addition, 2007 www.presapress.com Arthur Rimbaud had, arguably, the most productive adolescence in modern literary history. Born in [...]
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Sunday, October 9th, 2011
“Everything I Wanted I Had” by Phyllis M. Teplitz
Phyllis M. Teplitz EVERYTHING I WANTED I HAD a dime to sit through a Fred Astaire movie twice, kids to play with after school, parents who loved me, and four sisters. June, in college, juggling boyfriends, May, just two years behind, sang at all the ladies’ clubs. Eleanor, way ahead [...]
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Saturday, October 8th, 2011
“On Being a Carpet Installer” by James S. Proffitt
James S. Proffitt ON BEING A CARPET INSTALLER I hate looking up at everyone in this world from my tired, aching knees, the way there are crooks and creaks in my joints and my spine and my mind. How rough music and the Bob & Tom Show blares on the hard rock station other installers [...]
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Friday, October 7th, 2011
“Not About Anyone’s Hands” by JoLee G. Passerini
JoLee G. Passerini NOT ABOUT ANYONE’S HANDS This poem is not about anyone’s hands holding a book or a steering wheel or winding a clock or steady as the dark beyond my headlights. Trees sweep past. Houses are bulk and shadow except for a light that shows where the kitchen is. People asleep don’t hear [...]
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Thursday, October 6th, 2011
“Do You Have the Poem?” by Christopher Parks
Christopher Parks DO YOU HAVE THE POEM? Do you have your river poem? Do you have your ditch poem? Do you have the one with the trenches? Do you have the poem about the puddles, the one about the waters, the one that flows back and forth to find its own level? Do you have [...]
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Wednesday, October 5th, 2011
THE PARIS POEMS by Suzanne Burns
Review by Trina L. Drotar THE PARIS POEMS by Suzanne Burns BlazeVOX 303 Bedford Avenue Buffalo, NY 14216 USA ISBN 9781609640460 2010, 84 pp., $16.00 www.blazevox.org Suzanne Burns’ The Paris Poems is a tour of Paris via popular culture. Jim Morrison reappears throughout the collection while Louis Vuitton and Quasimodo figure prominently in others. Burns [...]
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Tuesday, October 4th, 2011
“An Aviary of Notions” by Gary Lemons
Gary Lemons AN AVIARY OF NOTIONS Wisdom sits down to dinner disguised As a guest covered with small birds. The birds are trying to fly but are stuck In the fabric of the visitor’s adornment. No one is happy, not the birds, Not the other guests, not the table set With candles or the freshly [...]
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Monday, October 3rd, 2011
“The Death of Irony” by Frank LaRonca
Frank LaRonca THE DEATH OF IRONY My unicorn had given up its singular purpose and was flipping channels to feel the oneness of creation again, shopping for sequined dresses from an armchair, choosing who to kick off the island or out of the spotlight or to make out with while the cameras keep rolling, our [...]
