Having made some connections with some shy and timid poetry readers I thought this post would be appropriate for them and anyone else out there reading this blog who wants to believe in the idea of “loving poetry” but hasn’t quite reached it yet.
There are some poets with broad appeal and I will mention a few names that can be easily found in the local libraries here in the U.S.:
Mary Oliver—known for a simple love and appreciation of nature, her poems can be spiritual, loving, and very approachable to read.
Dorothy Parker—best known for her dry sense of humor and life, her poems say what they mean.
Billy Collins—known as “mainstream” for people who read poetry, his poems are very accessible, full of wit and everyday life experiences.
The Classics:
Emily Dickinson—her poems about nature, life, love, and death are also accessible but with words you may have forgotten are in the English language such as “diadems.” She can also seem hard to pin down rhythmically because she almost rhymes at time and her lines can end abruptly. She is my personal favorite.
Edgar Allen Poe—who doesn’t remember “The Raven” when learning poetry in grade-school? He is dark and mysterious, and well worth revisiting if it has been a while.
William Shakespeare—an obvious choice but he can be difficult to read as a result of an older language. He is a challenge worth taking if you love his plays and especially if you love romance.
These are just a very few of the many suggestions I could make. I urge my regular readers to post their own recommendations in the comments section with a brief description for those new to poetry or rediscovering their enjoyment of poetry.
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Friday, January 23, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Blood Pudding Open Submissions
The deadline is the 25th so if you have anything ready and waiting or close enough to just take a few decided swipes of a pen before sending, then get those poems ready!
You may send 5-7 poems via e-mail to: JulietX(at)Bust.com and be sure to check out further guidelines by clicking the link below!
http://bloodyooze.blogspot.com/2008/11/blood-pudding-press-wants-your-naughty_24.html
Good luck to all of those who submit, please stop by tomorrow for more Poetry Tips…
You may send 5-7 poems via e-mail to: JulietX(at)Bust.com and be sure to check out further guidelines by clicking the link below!
http://bloodyooze.blogspot.com/2008/11/blood-pudding-press-wants-your-naughty_24.html
Good luck to all of those who submit, please stop by tomorrow for more Poetry Tips…
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Poems Found by Poet Hound
http://www.notellmotel.org/poem_single.php?id=860_0_1_0
Eric Abbott’s “Ongoingness”
http://juked.com/2009/01/dollhouse.asp
Tricia Asklar’s “Doll House”
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Eric Abbott’s “Ongoingness”
http://juked.com/2009/01/dollhouse.asp
Tricia Asklar’s “Doll House”
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Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Justin Barrett's Nowhere Utah
This collection of poems is part of the Pocket Protector Series of Alternating Current's press. Justin Barrett has been featured before here at Poet Hound and his poems are continuously straightforward and enjoyable to read. As always, I will share some poems from his book, Nowhere Utah which describes his relationships with women and of the lonely roadways of Utah where he now resides.
a tangle of hair and arms
a brown dusk filters
through the canopy
above the playground.
she straddles a
see-saw, held aloft
by my heft
as i stand on the other end.
she holds a cigarette
in her fingers; not for the necessity of
it, yet, but to appear older
and more mature.
she rarely brings
it to her lips.
i want to grab
her, hold her,
kiss her
like we did that time
in her father’s garage
as everyone else slept;
but i know
that i, too, will
never be brought
to her lips, again.
i look up at her.
she turns her head
toward me and smiles,
her mouth
barely visible.
her head is
silhouetted against the ashen sky.
suddenly, i hop off
my end of the
see-saw and she drops,
a tangle of hair
and arms.
The immediate idea that comes to mind is that this is a memory of a grade-school sweetheart, and of course I had to e-mail Justin to ask if I am correct. Either way, it is a sweet memory that is brought with a minimum of sappy phrases while still remaining romantic in its focus with short lines such as “her mouth/barely visible” and “her head is/silhouetted” then “she drops,/a tangle of hair/and arms.” Well executed and hard to achieve yet Justin Barrett is able to accomplish it in concise, clear terms in this poem.
in the burning house of angels homeless children play with the bones of god
the fire started in the apse and
quickly spread through the
confessional,
the nave and the sanctuary.
it consumed the altar in orange
veil, black smoke suffocating
the crucified savior
behind the pulpit.
the font boiled over,
steam rising to the ceiling,
masking the stained glass
image of the
virgin and her baby.
four little girls, trapped inside,
asleep, hungry, hoping for
help from their
savior,
instead found the devil
of humanity.
This is a horrifying poem and this is why I bring it to you. Not all poems confront the darker side of life so bluntly. I wonder where the inspiration for the poem comes from and who is “the devil of humanity” at the end? Is it someone who set the fire? Is it the lack of safety mechanisms in place to save the girls who were trapped inside? Was it ignorance in regards to the absence of attempt to put out the fire? There are many possible “devils” and no answers. Sometimes the enjoyment of the poem is the mystery and the frustration in knowing there is no answer given to us as readers.
Perspective from the 10,000-Foot View; Or What We Learned in Couples Therapy
It turns out that from
The 10,000-foot view
I’m still an
Inconsiderate asshole
And she a spiteful,
Condescending bitch.
Just on a much
Smaller scale.
I find this poem hilarious as a result of its bluntness. This poem is a literal take that the big problems in our daily lives are not so large yet they remain. The only conclusion I added for myself at this poem was “bummer.” How about you?
If you enjoyed this short sample of poems from this chapbook you may visit the alternating current site by clicking the link provided at the beginning. Again, the royalties go to the poets themselves and the Pocket Protector Series chapbooks cost $3.00 each, or you can get a one-year subscription of 12 books for $30.00.
Thanks always for reading and please drop in tomorrow for more Poems Found by Poet Hound…
a tangle of hair and arms
a brown dusk filters
through the canopy
above the playground.
she straddles a
see-saw, held aloft
by my heft
as i stand on the other end.
she holds a cigarette
in her fingers; not for the necessity of
it, yet, but to appear older
and more mature.
she rarely brings
it to her lips.
i want to grab
her, hold her,
kiss her
like we did that time
in her father’s garage
as everyone else slept;
but i know
that i, too, will
never be brought
to her lips, again.
i look up at her.
she turns her head
toward me and smiles,
her mouth
barely visible.
her head is
silhouetted against the ashen sky.
suddenly, i hop off
my end of the
see-saw and she drops,
a tangle of hair
and arms.
The immediate idea that comes to mind is that this is a memory of a grade-school sweetheart, and of course I had to e-mail Justin to ask if I am correct. Either way, it is a sweet memory that is brought with a minimum of sappy phrases while still remaining romantic in its focus with short lines such as “her mouth/barely visible” and “her head is/silhouetted” then “she drops,/a tangle of hair/and arms.” Well executed and hard to achieve yet Justin Barrett is able to accomplish it in concise, clear terms in this poem.
in the burning house of angels homeless children play with the bones of god
the fire started in the apse and
quickly spread through the
confessional,
the nave and the sanctuary.
it consumed the altar in orange
veil, black smoke suffocating
the crucified savior
behind the pulpit.
the font boiled over,
steam rising to the ceiling,
masking the stained glass
image of the
virgin and her baby.
four little girls, trapped inside,
asleep, hungry, hoping for
help from their
savior,
instead found the devil
of humanity.
This is a horrifying poem and this is why I bring it to you. Not all poems confront the darker side of life so bluntly. I wonder where the inspiration for the poem comes from and who is “the devil of humanity” at the end? Is it someone who set the fire? Is it the lack of safety mechanisms in place to save the girls who were trapped inside? Was it ignorance in regards to the absence of attempt to put out the fire? There are many possible “devils” and no answers. Sometimes the enjoyment of the poem is the mystery and the frustration in knowing there is no answer given to us as readers.
Perspective from the 10,000-Foot View; Or What We Learned in Couples Therapy
It turns out that from
The 10,000-foot view
I’m still an
Inconsiderate asshole
And she a spiteful,
Condescending bitch.
Just on a much
Smaller scale.
I find this poem hilarious as a result of its bluntness. This poem is a literal take that the big problems in our daily lives are not so large yet they remain. The only conclusion I added for myself at this poem was “bummer.” How about you?
If you enjoyed this short sample of poems from this chapbook you may visit the alternating current site by clicking the link provided at the beginning. Again, the royalties go to the poets themselves and the Pocket Protector Series chapbooks cost $3.00 each, or you can get a one-year subscription of 12 books for $30.00.
Thanks always for reading and please drop in tomorrow for more Poems Found by Poet Hound…
Monday, January 19, 2009
Book Thug Site
Courtesy of clicking the links on Silliman’s Blog I ran into this site that you’ll just have to see for yourself, it’s definitely of interest. Some of the titles of the books they offer are enough to hook me, see if they do for you:
http://bookthug.ca/proddetail.php?prod=3389
Thanks for dropping in, please drop by tomorrow for another featured poet…
http://bookthug.ca/proddetail.php?prod=3389
Thanks for dropping in, please drop by tomorrow for another featured poet…