The Beginning of Winter
A cold evening, the first snow of the season has fallen.
I get a coffee and look at the powdered streets.
With the coffee comes a glass of ice cold water.
The market is a dark row of tarps and stacked crates.
Poetry
Lyrics: Andrew Bird
We often overlook how important poetry is in our society. Our identities are nearly unthinkable without the poetic, artful language that we share. We just don't call it poetry. We call it slogans. We call it sayings. And above all, we call it lyrics. Take the pop violinist and singer Andrew Bird. Here is a ...
Reading: Light by Charles Simic
Fellow Dutch poet Willem Thies shared this short poem from the book "The lunatic" by Charles Simic on social media. I forward it here. The light Our thoughts like it quiet In this no-bird dawn, Like the way the early light Takes the world as it finds it And makes no comment About the apples ...
Lyrics: Take me to church by Hozier
It took me a while before I realized the words of Hozier's famous song Take me to church. Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you ...
An earlier version of this obituary misstated the name of Mr. Hoagland’s first poetry collection. It is “Sweet Ruin,” not “Sweet Rain.”
Lyrics: Adiós by Benjamin Clementine
Lest the trees cease breathing Lest the bees cease breeding And all the salts in the dead sea ferments to honey Until then, I will be forever Chasing, chasing, chasing it all till the very end The decision is mine Let the lesson be mine 'Cause the vision is mine The decision is mine Let ...
The Impossible Art of Instagram Poetry
Poetry adapts. It can permeate every medium, play with every medium, turn every medium into its proper form. There is no need for a theoretical underpinning. Poetry can. But poetry can not just "be". It has to happen, too. All the efforts to put poetry on the street, among the 'normal people' hinge on what ...
The Slackted Poetry of Martijn Benders
if all hope is abandoned and you lay awake watching the Contenders play tapes of some obscure rock band you're welcome to enter and check out this slender, delicate verse with metaphors galore like a Roman brothel frothing incantations through the door Benders puts his fledgling words in a titanium blender and renders magic, genre-bending ...
"You are colonizing a place in my mind that i didn't know existed before, so, can i call it home?"