Month: april 2018

Reading: Project for a fainting by Brenda Shaughnessy
Brenda Shaughnessy (b.) is an American poet. She wrote Interior with Sudden Joy (1999), Human Dark with Sugar (2008). She is currently an associate professor of English at Rutgers University-Newark. I have discovered some of her poems and I'm really impressed. Here I read 'Project for a Fainting' but make sure you also read 'Dear ...
Joan Cornellà
Gisteren bracht ik met mijn vrouw en dochter een bezoek aan een kleine kunstgalerij hier in Seoul, want er was een tentoonstelling van de Spaanse kunstenaar Joan Cornellà die ik bewonder om zijn sardonische genie. Het was een zonnige dag en de galerij was bomvol ijverig fotograferende Koreaanse bezoekers en een enkele buitenlander die in ...
Going to Church
An old man is smelting the icon of exalted freedom. I watch him. He is well-natured, a force old enough to command. He swaddles the icon in a soft cloth and lines it up with the others. The light falls down from heavy window sills, I again write poems that die in mirrors or teacups.
Reading: Sci-Fi by Tracy K. Smith
Tracy K. Smith (b.  1972) rose to poetic fame with her book Life on Mars. She is a well-known contemporary American poet and winner of the Pulitzer Prize for poetry. Her new book Wade in Water appears in April 2018. In June 2017, Smith was named U.S. poet laureate. She teaches creative writing at Princeton University. This poem is ...
Anarchism
I speed read a book on anarchism A typographical error by one anarchist is quoted by another. Sic! My coffee is hot I think of anarchy in Guatemala. Are they still selling their coffee to a god who comes in a steel vessel? A god who brings them smartphones? I think about Seattle and Kropotkin, ...
Commercial poetry
I can take some green paper out of my pocket and make them kill a fish for me or drive me to the end of the light I could buy a woman for the night, or a rose, a rose for a woman for a night I could make you say things like thank you ...
Geld is het enige wat telbaar is, dus is geld het enige dat telt - tijdgeest 2018
Imagine
You've got your life instagrammed. You stream a persona that never repeats. You snap up who you are in a dozen photos a day. You scroll through the deadened sea, of the others, and heart who you think they are. Your imagination is infused with the smell of Madagascar vanilla. You know your world. You ...
“a good poem corrals the mind of the reader, but leaves the gate open” - found on the Internet