Month: april 2018

Circle of Life
You too will get the e-mail from the hospital You don't know when, or which hospital, or if the doctor has been born yet, but it will come. The good news is that you can already respond to that e-mail, by giving birth to some humor.
Vernacular
coffee beans and machine guns change we can believe in. blackness is an ideal churches full of popcorn mumbling generals in tank tops nightliners piercing darkness a dead dog's candy eye, the tightrope of history cigarette butts drowned in cold coffee orphans and Eurydice in ironed T-shirts earthworms tunneling underfoot abandoned swimming pools, and an ...
Verhalenvertellers
De observatie dat wij mensen verhalenvertellers zijn, filosofisch aangedikt of uitgedrukt in briljant proza, is een weergaloze gemeenplaats. De wereldberoemde historicus Harari met z'n Sapiens en Homo deus heeft er een goede boterham mee verdiend en het internet is een grote marktplaats van stories geworden. Heb je een goed verhaal? Mensen zullen ze je video's ...
Reading: Love Poem for an Enemy by Richard Katrovas
Richard Katrovas (b. 1953) is a poet born in Norfolk, Virginia, who writes formalist poetry to compensate for the chaos of his childhood. He has been widely anthologized; I read a fun poem that I found today (I usually prepare these posts about 1-2 months in advance, so ' today' in this case means March 7th) ...
Reading: After Us by Nikola Madzirov
Nikola Madzirov (b. 1973) is a Macedonian poet, probably the most famous one alive, who also writes essays and translations. I was looking for a younger Eastern European poet today and I found him.
Silly Poem
"Said Hamlet to Ophelia, I'll draw a sketch of thee, What kind of pencil shall I use? 2B or not 2B?" - Spike Milligan
Reading: Lucky by Tony Hoagland
Tony Hoagland (1953 - 2018) was a witty and acerbic poet from North Carolina. Many awards. Some great and demonically intense poems. Here goes: Lucky If you are lucky in this life, you will get to help your enemy the way I got to help my mother when she was weakened past the point of ...
Meditation
Written for some poetry award last December, this clunker is what you get when you think too much while writing poetry on black coffee: now, here i do what i am supposed to do, i sit down and place a pillow underneath my behind, while thoughts billow in my mind in front of me there ...
Just now, I was intimidated
Just now, I was intimidated by an indestructible paper cup towering in front of me, a long shadow bulging from its rim. The straw hole in its stained lid vows to annihilate me, its cardboard jacket sinks frivolously in the surface of the table. Sovereignly, he does not move. I ask what do you want? ...