Poetry Tips: Succinct

In other words, how can you be “brief, concise, curt, short” in your poems? While some poems or prose do well to expand in their imagery and explanation, others benefit from some trimming. What if you were to turn your lengthier poems into haiku? Could you pare down a poem longer than ten lines into just three? What about a thirty lined poems cut in half to fifteen? The idea is that you can say quite a bit with a lot less.

Good luck to all of you who try being succinct, and please remember to drop in on Sunday for our first Featured Interview for National Poetry Month with M. Kei…

Caffeine Destiny Open Submissions

Send your previously unpublished poems to Caffeine Destiny to poetryeditor at caffeinedestiny dot com either as an attachment from Microsoft word, as an RTF file, or simply copy and paste into the body of the e-mail. Response time is around 4 to 6 weeks and please investigate the site and check out the guidelines in further detail by clicking the link below:

http://www.caffeinedestiny.com/guidelines.html

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Poems Found by Poet Hound

http://poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=173994
“Spring” by Edna St. Vincent Millay

http://caffeinedestiny.com/poetry/FALL2008/murdoch.html
“Sometimes” by Jim Murdoch

Happy April Fool’s Day and Happy National Poetry Month!

Bulletin: In honor of National Poetry Month I will be featuring interviews every Sunday with either poets or editors of small presses that publish Poetry so please be sure to drop in on Sundays as well!

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Raymond Sapienza's Political Prisoner

Raymond Sapienza’s collection, Political Prisoners, is part of the Pocket Protector Series from Alternating Current. Mr. Sapienza has the ability to create a rhythm in his poems while delivering his message in short and sweet lines which I am a fan of. Below are some of my favorites:


peace

peace is not passive.
it will not descend in clouds
nor slip by in streams.
peace requires action of heart,
of mind, of limbs, and of will.

Who can argue with this poem? It is simplistic and wise.



flies

as flies upon a carcass,
we jockey for a favored spot
to lay the eggs of our perspective,
of our particular political thought.

that our progeny might feast
upon the excremental woe,
the blood and sinew of fellow men,
descendent future to secure and bloat.

A rather importune argument for mankind but excellent nonetheless. These days with everyone so vehement in their political opinion I’d have to say this poem nails its message on the head.



wages

daily sold in the marketplace
a price on our time determined.
a penny a thought, a dime an action,
a dollar if done in combination.

I like the rhythm and subtle end rhyme in this one, don’t you?




I will leave you with this one to ponder on your own:

quicksand

anyone who watched old westerns
when they were young
knows about quicksand
and knows that the more you struggle
the faster you sink.

anyone who went to catholic school
knows that it works pretty much
the same way.


If you enjoy this small sample of poems, Political Prisoners is book #6 in the Pocket Protector Series and can be purchased for $3.00 from Propaganda Press and you will also receive a bonus chapbook from the archives! Please support the small press and remember that the poets published here receive royalties on their collections.

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Emily Dickinson Museum

I have always wanted to visit the houses of famous authors and poets but have never done so. I did find a link to Emily Dickinson’s home and the museum dedicated to her and included the link below for you to explore as well and perhaps someday take a trip to visit:

http://www.emilydickinsonmuseum.org/mission.html

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Poetry Tips: Prepare for National Poetry Month

April is National Poetry Month and lots of sites will be including special features, including myself, but what about you? What can you do to bring poetry to more people?
For myself, I’ll be posting poems at work in unexpected but easily accessed places for people to stumble onto. I’ll also be posting links to my blog on my Facebook page (Poet Hound itself doesn’t have a Facebook page but it’s on my personal page). I have other plans as well but you’ll just have to wait and see.

If you are looking for suggestions you can always join in the write-a-poem-a-day challenge as some blogs and sites challenge, post links to your favorite poems on your own web-sites, write short poems with sidewalk chalk on sidewalks and on not-so-busy streets. The possibilities are endless. If you have a unique idea please feel free to share it in the comments section to inspire others.

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Apt Open Submissions

You can save a stamp because your poems are accepted via e-mail, but make sure it hasn’t been published before and no simultaneous submissions. You can send your poem(s) to submit(AT)aforementionedproductions(DOT)com along with a bio and details where any other work of yours may be found and your poems either typed into the body of the e-mail or included as an attachment (.doc or .rtf is acceptable).

Definitely check out the site to see what they produce and please click the link below for more details:

http://apt.aforementionedproductions.com/submit.htm

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Poems Found by Poet Hound

http://poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=180566
“How Good Fortune Surprises Us” by Jackson Wheeler

http://www.blossombones.com/winter09/bruno_w09.html
“Garden Walking” by Elizabeth Bruno

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Robin Schiff's Revolver

I found Robyn Schiff’s collection of poems, Revolver, at my local library. It was published in 2008 by the University of Iowa Press and the poems take cunning twists and turns throughout. Robyn Schiff has perfected the skill of taking items that to anyone else would seem random or be considered tangents and tying them all together in a thread of words that all relate to the poem. I am happy to share several of the poems below:


Luckily, you can click the link below where Poets & Writers have included the poem “Iron Door Knocker the Shape of a Man’s Face, by Freetham” below:
http://www.pw.org/content/revolver_robyn_schiff

What I love about this poem, and many of her other poems in the collection, is the absolute surprise in the pairings of images and concepts that somehow all relate together. From the idea that maggots should have overtaken the dead finch on her back porch to a door-knocker that has a man’s face as its shape and back to mayflies clinging to a screen door eventually opened by her grandmother to let the reader in, they all tie together. Some of the lines I love are: “I used to believe the wild/takes care of itself. I used to believe/maggots arise/like a spring of death/that need only be tapped,/but the flow of incarnation/is much too slow…” The word “incarnation” which implies divinity and is tied to maggots is a gruesome twist I appreciate. All the events in the poem take place concerning the door and back porch where “A swarm of mayflies clutching/the wire mesh on their only night on earth.” Again, seemingly unrelated things all tied to a particular theme which is the title of this poem. Well done!


Another poem I enjoy is titled “Eighty-blade Sportsman’s Knife, by Joseph Rodgers & Sons.” The counterbalance of comparisons is astounding and here is what I mean: “it arrives cold at the neck, a vampire knife/transforming in air from sheath/to edge and back again in a pulse like/the unaccountable translucent blades/of a helicopter;” Aren’t those lines terrific? To compare the sound of knife blades to that of a helicopter’s is a gratifying comparison you can hear for yourself while reading. In the poem it appears that she digresses but she always brings her train of thought back to her point: “Splayed it is/a bouquet of all the ways a point mutates. It/contains the bayonets piercing/the chain mail at the end of the mind. Screw/driver. Bottle opener. Isolation/wire cutter…When we use the/tool intended for the job/we are neutral.” This is a long poem and I couldn’t possible encompass all of its ingenuity but I hope that you will find a copy and read it for yourself.

Every poem in the collection is similar in its ingenious use of uncalculable twists and turns that always bring you back to Schiff’s original title and point. I hope you will find and pick up a copy of her book for yourself, it will keep you riveted.

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Issa on Twitter Site

While I already subscribe to Daily Issa for both of my e-mail accounts I saw that Don Wentworth at Lilliput Review provided this link (which I’ve provided you below as well) and I just couldn’t help myself! I bet you won’t be able to resist, either, so please check out Issa’s daily haikus by clicking below:

http://twitter.com/issa_haiku

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Poetry Tips: Park Benches

This week I couldn’t help but notice the weather has been warmer and the people sitting on benches waiting for the bus or in the parks have come alive compared to being huddled in jackets. This week I want you to try writing poems dedicated to benches and the people using them. I’ve also provided a link to a poem about Central Park for inspiration on the subject. Good luck to all of you who try it!

http://poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=171587
“Retired Ballerinas, Central Park West” by Lawrence Ferlinghetti


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Rope-A-Dope Open Submissions

You better act fast because the open submissions for chapbooks closes on March 31st at Rope-A-Dope press! Include two copies of your original manuscript, 15-35 pages, and include two title pages for EACH copy of your manuscript. The first title page should have your contact information and the title, the second title page should feature the title only. Include a Self-Addressed Stamped Envelope and mail them to the editors to:

Golden Gloves Chapbook Series
Rope-a-Dope Press
516 East 2nd Street #42
South Boston, MA 02127

Please check out the site and the details by clicking the link below and good luck to all of you who submit:

http://rope-a-dope-press.blogspot.com/2008/11/open-submissions-february-march-2009.html


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Poems Found by Poet Hound

http://apt.aforementionedproductions.com/nineteen/townsend1.htm
“The Elegy: Cherry Blossom” by Beth Townsend

http://poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20447
“Not Ideas About the Thing But the Thing Itself” by Wallace Stevens


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Poiesis 2 Review

Alternating Current's biannual literary magazine, Poiesis, was released back in January and once I started reading it, I couldn’t put it down. There are over fifty poets featured, some of which have been featured in Poet Hound before such as Hosho McCreesh, Justin Barrett, Leah Angstman, and Timothy Gager. The collection of poems is as diverse as the writers and you are sure to find more than several poems you’ll want to make copies of to share with your friends, family, and co-workers. Each issue has a Featured Writer who happens to be J.J. Campbell in this issue and when I read his poems I said “I like this guy!” So let me start out by sharing one of his poems below:

my fellow man

often as i watch the seconds aimlessly
tick away each day as i wait for my
number to be called certain thoughts
will enter my head

like how my fellow man could ever
allow reality tv to become popular

or how my fellow man could ever let a
government of the people, for the people
and by the people become so corrupt and
hell bent on greed and ruling through fear

when did my fellow man become
a member of the religious right

how did my fellow man
forget the one rule for this planet

keep the rich rich
and the poor poor

why did my fellow man allow the
schools to rot into ruin and suddenly
become naïve and think raising a
collective voice would change
anything, anything at all

my fellow man must have missed
the memo about the almighty dollar

but anytime i’m out there, waiting in
line, running a red light or pulling up
a chair at the bar next to my fellow man

it only takes me a few seconds to order
another drink, something stronger this
time, for the look on my fellow man
says it all

we’re fucking doomed

J.J. Campbell’s poem is very abrasive and visceral which I like because blunt people are my favorite type of people—you know exactly where you stand with them. All of his poems featured in this collection have the same visceral quality and you need a strong stomach to read them all.


Another poem not quite so abrasive but also blunt is one by Joseph Veronneau below:

An Artist’s Night Out

Entering the building, I could
see the academics sitting
stiffly in cushioned chairs.
I quietly filled a seat in the back
Amongst snob-nosed “professionals.”
The poet kept his wine glass
closer than his book of poems,
selling his words to us in monotone.
A delicate two-finger clap
to the palm and then silence –
for the English Professor wannabe-poet
is about to speak again.
After the last metaphor
and sentences of “grandmother’s
crisp apple pie,”
I was ready to leave.
I received a dirty look
on the way out
by the bookstore owners.
I was pleased because
I had finally received something
from the evening.

I congratulate Joseph Veronneau for being so candid about the poetry reading he describes. I can picture perfectly the scenario and know that I may have struggled internally whether to leave or not if it had been me but Mr. Veronneau walked out and was pleased with the dirty looks he received as a result which makes a great ending for this poem.


I will now share one final and more sentimental poem by Janice Brabaw:

Moshe

You were too young to love me
The way I thought I needed to be loved
And in the end I wasn’t enough
Too much
For you

I was too young to love you
The way you thought you needed to be loved
And in the end you weren’t enough
Too much
For me

Dusk does not settle
Without the dust
of our love
whispering across
floorboards
from under the floor.

And every night
Before I sleep
I have to sweep it back
So I can rest again.

This poem sounds like first young, true love that you can never be rid of. Most of us have that experience and I love the repetition of “wasn’t enough/Too much” for each other. I also like the idea of having to sweep back the feelings to rest peacefully at night, it makes the relationship in the poem more pronounced and like a fresh memory than an old wound. This poem avoids being trite on a topic we all read and write about and I think Janice Brabaw does a wonderful job with her choice of words.


There are countless more poems I could share with you but I think you should check out the collection for yourself.

To purchase a copy you may find it for $4.00 at the link below and I hope you’ll take a look:
http://alt-current.com/pp/pp_item.html#poiesis_issue_2

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Poems Worth Your Time

You know how you can drop in on Wednesdays to find links for all kinds of poems here? Well this site does it more often than I do and what a grand selection! These poems are worth your time and I hope you’ll check it out at:

http://poemsworthyourtime.wordpress.com/


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