What they don’t know about ADD is that you don’t have a present. You could be a great filmmaker, but for this affliction, the sequence of small moments that make an epiphany are too small and too slow to recount, your mind is already 15 years in the past, or counting your change from lunch [...]
Archive for April, 2008
Poem of the Day: ADD
Posted in Nina Alvarez, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing, tagged add, alvarez, nina on 04/20/2008 | 2 Comments »
Poem of the Day: Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
Posted in dickinson, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, truth, Write, Writer, writing, tagged dickinson, poet, tell the truth, woman, Write on 04/17/2008 | 3 Comments »
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant Tell all the Truth but tell it slant— Success in Cirrcuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightening to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind— -Emily Dickinson
Poem of the Day: Inferno, Canto XIV
Posted in Nina Alvarez, words, tagged alvarez, dante, nina, poem, poet, poetry, Write, Writer on 04/14/2008 | Leave a Comment »
Inferno, Canto XIV Love of that land that was our common source moved me to tears; I gathered up the leaves and gave them back. He was already hoarse. We came to the edge of the forest where one goes from the second round to the third, and there we saw what fearful arts the [...]
Poem of the Day: A Valediction Forbidding Mourning
Posted in Nina Alvarez, words, tagged mourning, poem, poetry, rich, valediction on 04/13/2008 | 7 Comments »
A Valediction Forbidding Mourning My swirling wants. Your frozen lips. The grammar turned and attacked me. Themes, written under duress. Emptiness of the notations. They gave me a drug that slowed the healing of wounds. I want you to see this before I leave: the experience of repetition as death the failure of criticism to [...]
Poem of the Day: So The Hall Door Shuts Again And All Noise Is Gone
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 04/08/2008 | Leave a Comment »
In the effort to find one’s way among the contents of memory (Aristotle emphasizes) a principal of association is helpful— “passing rapidly from one step to the next. For instance from milk to white, from white to air, from air to damp, after which one recollectes autumn supposing one is trying to recollect that season.” [...]
Poem of the Day: Atlas
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 04/06/2008 | 1 Comment »
Atlas There is a kind of love called maintenance Which stores the WD40 and knows when to use it Which checks the insurance, and doesn’t forget The milkman; which remembers to plant bulbs; Which answers letters; which knows the way The money goes; which deals with dentists And Road Fund Tax and meeting trains, And [...]
Time to Start Talking to the World Again
Posted in Nina Alvarez, Philadelphia, philly, phithy art, st. petes on 04/03/2008 | Leave a Comment »
Oh dear friends, thank you for continuing to come to NinaAlvarez.net even though after 9 months of posting every day, I took about 3 months off. I am ready to jump back in and happy to be back. For those of you who are artists, check out Philthy Art, my other blog about art in [...]
Poem of the Day: The Galloping Cat
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer, writing on 04/02/2008 | 1 Comment »
The Galloping Cat Oh I am a cat that likes to Gallop about doing good So One day when I was Galloping about doing good, I saw A figure in the path; I said Get off! (Be- cause I am a cat that likes to Gallop about doing good) But he did not move, instead [...]
Poem of the Day: A Spirit Passed Before Me
Posted in a spirit passed, byron, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, spirit, Write, Writer, writing on 04/02/2008 | 2 Comments »
A Spirit Passed Before Me From Job A spirit passed before me: I beheld The face of immortality unveiled— Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine— And there it stood,—all formless—but divine: Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake; And as my damp hair stiffened, thus it spake: “Is man more just [...]
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