Six months ago, I put up a post about poetry, commenting on why I think it matters and the state of poetry today. I asked, “What poets/poems enrich your life?”, which didn’t seem to strike much of a chord among our readership – not really surprising, actually.
Memorial Day 2013
My addition to this poem, Flanders Fields, was originally over at Ian’s place.
I hope it’s taken in the spirit it’s meant, as my thoughts on this day;
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between [...]
It’s my turn in the Other Horizons roster this week, the new weekly feature in which Agonist writers take an opportunity to post on subjects outside the usual diet of politics and foreign policy. I’d been wondering what to write about before Friday, when events forcibly took over and dictated for me what I’d be [...]
This is the best 53 minutes of radio I have heard for some time. Enjoy!
Billy brings out a new side of Woody that I was not aware of.
AP, By Barry Wilner, September 27
New York – The NFL and the referees’ union reached a tentative contract agreement at midnight Thursday, ending an impasse that began in June when the league locked out the officials and used replacements instead.
“Our officials will be back on the field starting tomorrow night” for the [...]
Welcome to Tuesday Muse, the successor to A Poem for Tuesday. Think of it as “A (Poem + Painting + Spoken Word + Music + Performance Art + Sculpture + Noise + Mash + Animation + Story + Photography + Public Art + Multimedia + Theater Performance + Anything Art) for Tuesday.” Today: Playing for [...]
Funny: even before Sean Paul Kelley announced that he needed to do something new, I felt I needed to do something different with A Poem for Tuesday. It’s been working at me for a while now, and I’m happy to say that next Tuesday I’ll do it. A Poem for Tuesday will expand to become [...]
In the year in 2000, the Elders of the Hopi Nation were asked for a prophecy, or advice, to mark the beginning of the new millenium.
This prophecy seems like it could be a good contemplation for the people in the Occupy Wall Street movement. And it also seems like a suitable way to mark [...]
Here is one by Emily XYZ:
STRONTIUM: It sits in your bones, it sits in my bones/and it will still be there long after we are gone, strontium/I wonder whose idea it was/Was it the government? Was it the Christian Scientists? Sometimes I wonder about them, strontium/Don’t worry on getting drafted, don’t worry on world [...]
Elizabeth Brooke Hazen says:
Why I Love Zombie Woman #6
Because she’s stuck with stiff and stupid legs, and decomposing skin, but perseveres; because she sees without eyeballs, she hears with oozing ears; because her organs, like eggs dropped from their carton, hit the path with splats, but still she trudges on; because her need [...]
Here is one by Sarah Browning, written years before the fall of Tiger Woods, the Great Recession, and the alleged end of the Iraq War.
Falling for Tiger Woods in a St. Louis Airport Bar
Down we went, into flat America like the golf ball on TV. Not much hope, coming in, but now I’ve [...]
Here is a poem by Cornelius Eady that gets to the guts of the matter.
According to the chef, At this small restaurant with its hazy view of the Pyrenees Dizzy ate nine more of these than I will tonight It must have reminded him of home, I think, Whenever he passed through to [...]
Michelangelo wrote an extended sonnet kvetching about what a pain it was to paint the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel? Yep. Who wouldn’t in his position? In his case, he fired off the verse to his friend Giovanni. Seriously. If you don’t believe me, ask former Poet Laureate Robert Pinsky, who wrote in Slate about [...]
Let’s revisit song lyrics as poetry. This time it’s Lou Reed, painting one of the more painfully cynical romantic scenes you’re likely to see.
Romeo Had Juliette
Caught between the twisted stars, the plotted lines, the faulty map that brought Columbus to New York
Betwixt between the East and West he calls on her wearing [...]
The Shamali Plains are in central Afghanistan, where your tax dollars prop up a brutally corrupt corporate-friendly regime against brutally regressive resistance. Here is a poem by Susan Terris.
How They Survive
On the broad Shamali Plains, In the desolate village of Qhurqul
The enemy has cut down grape vines, walnut And mulberry trees, felled [...]