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
On the mountain
We climbed the same mountain today A few white hairs we blew in the wind We surrendered to what never attacked us We entrusted our future to a rock I roll small pebbles down a precipice to test the symbolic capacity of this mountain. You smile and I talk the next two mountains in you ...
Rijkdom
Op een steenworp afstand van mijn residentie bevindt zich een eethuisje, waar mijn zes kokkinnen 24 uur per dag eenvoudige, doch voedzame maaltijden voor mij, mijn gezin en mijn gasten toebereiden. Ik beschik over meerdere gezellige woonkamers waar mijn personeel op ieder uur van de dag koffie en taart serveert. Naar mijn badhuis is het ...
What power is only poetry can say.