I smuggle some
sunlight from an
empty room
I dont know when
I have raked enough
My basket never
seems to fill
Net Galley Challenge
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Whole Cloth
He measures the cloth
with his metal scale
Snipping it off
with heavy scissors.
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We know they have more to do with folklore than with fact - most of them were spun by grammarians out of whole cloth -The way we talk now,Geoffrey Nunberg
with his metal scale
Snipping it off
with heavy scissors.
**************
We know they have more to do with folklore than with fact - most of them were spun by grammarians out of whole cloth -The way we talk now,Geoffrey Nunberg
Thursday, January 13, 2011
The Turquoise ledge
Reading of author's experience of being photographed in old time dresses, I was reminded of a trip in Kulu Manali where we draped indigenous clothing to have a picture of us taken. Even silly seeming things done on trips find a place in memory.
Ofelia zepeda
Proclamation
Her account of saving a rattlesnake stuck in a net is riveting.
ground catching fire
The bees have lost their stores of food in the hive, and now they want me to feed them until their scouts locate a new site for their hive.
Ofelia zepeda
Proclamation
Her account of saving a rattlesnake stuck in a net is riveting.
ground catching fire
The bees have lost their stores of food in the hive, and now they want me to feed them until their scouts locate a new site for their hive.
Fascicle
Up until now, the one thing I knew about Dickinson was her much quoted death poem. I did see that there was a number associated with another poem.
With Dickinson, her mystery is coming under light.
Poets thinking
Henry Fuseli
Sirocco in It was not death
Shelleyan maenad
Staples in The Soul has Bandaged moments
With Dickinson, her mystery is coming under light.
Poets thinking
Henry Fuseli
Sirocco in It was not death
Shelleyan maenad
Staples in The Soul has Bandaged moments
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Heard of her, reading now
In the beginning of Revenge, I am reminded of Dream of the evil servant poem.
Myth
That gooseberries on the front door repel snakes
Yesterday at Satya Narayana vratam,
The family who held the pooja
Offered gooseberries to the Brahman
An old lady gets ready to chase the Brahman
‘Its auspicious to touch the feet of a Brahman
In the month of Kaarthika!’
Yesterday at Satya Narayana vratam,
The family who held the pooja
Offered gooseberries to the Brahman
An old lady gets ready to chase the Brahman
‘Its auspicious to touch the feet of a Brahman
In the month of Kaarthika!’
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Designing Life
A term of Mary Catherine Bateson, author of Composing a further life
Erikson's stages of development
Imru'u l Qays
Erikson's stages of development
Imru'u l Qays
Turmoil at readers end
One morning I had a spill. Tea on a book. The spill led me to Out,Out. After reading the poem, I wondered why it didnt appear in an anthology of Frost poems that I had read.
Reading poems related to dreams I read The Tower. Ben Bulben in it makes the title Under Ben Bulben familiar. Seeing the recurrence of Ben Bulben, I set out to read the poem but I am nagged by how I could have better appreciated the poems with some knowledge of Irish history and who are the poets from 1800 and 1700s with whom my origin lets me connect without effort.
In many days I havent come across a poem where I had to refer the dictionary.
Fons
Reading poems related to dreams I read The Tower. Ben Bulben in it makes the title Under Ben Bulben familiar. Seeing the recurrence of Ben Bulben, I set out to read the poem but I am nagged by how I could have better appreciated the poems with some knowledge of Irish history and who are the poets from 1800 and 1700s with whom my origin lets me connect without effort.
In many days I havent come across a poem where I had to refer the dictionary.
Fons
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Facing the heat
The fires is a must read for anyone curious about how a modern city works.- book's blurb.
That an opened door is an invitation for the fire to engulf the person who opens the door, that a big hole in the roof helps control the fire.. a hole in a roof is said to be enough to ruin a barn. The say of a buliding's architecture in its reaction to fire.
That an opened door is an invitation for the fire to engulf the person who opens the door, that a big hole in the roof helps control the fire.. a hole in a roof is said to be enough to ruin a barn. The say of a buliding's architecture in its reaction to fire.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Writing under prosthesis
There is a little difference between the glasses and the boobs to me,just things I wear when I'm awake, each an item to bridge the world between my dreams and waking time, between whoever I am and the rest of the living world.
- The sky begins at your feet
- The sky begins at your feet
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
What is a good book?
When I am looking for something new to read, its novelty should match The wave watcher's companion
I want it to have big ideas.
Reading poems on poets.org, I like how with the search on the top right, you can make an anthology of your own of any common subject. I wake up and think, I want to read poems on 'morning' and I just need to have time to read 70 poems on it.
I want it to have big ideas.
Reading poems on poets.org, I like how with the search on the top right, you can make an anthology of your own of any common subject. I wake up and think, I want to read poems on 'morning' and I just need to have time to read 70 poems on it.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Lyric check
To know if my poem is ready to go out, I will send it through the Dancing naked on the floor check.Its in the style of Billy Collin's Workshop
Alternately, Poetry should ride the bus
Morning kiss must be different from the others in some way
Here a link to a poem with marriage being sstained by morning and evening promises.
Midnight poems
you will not
Alternately, Poetry should ride the bus
Morning kiss must be different from the others in some way
Here a link to a poem with marriage being sstained by morning and evening promises.
Midnight poems
you will not
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