Is he native to this realm? No, his wide nature grew out of both worlds. They more adeptly bend the willow’s branches who have experience of the willow’s roots. When you go to bed, don’t leave bread or milk on the table: it attracts the dead– But may he, this quiet conjurer, may he beneath [...]
Archive for November, 2008
Poem of the Day: Sonnet 6
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, rilke, sonnet 6, Write, Writer, writing on 11/28/2008 | Leave a Comment »
Poetry Exercise: Little notebooks, short lines
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, tip, Write, Writer, writing on 11/23/2008 | 3 Comments »
“I have a new method of poetry. All you got to do is look over your notebooks… or lay down on a couch, and think of anything that comes into your head, especially the miseries. Then arrange in lines of two, three or four words each, don’t bother about sentences, in sections of two, three [...]
5 Steps to Getting Sh*t Done
Posted in information, Nina Alvarez, publish, teach, Video, words, Write, Writer, writing, tagged 5 steps, duotrope, Publishing, Video, writing on 11/21/2008 | Leave a Comment »
Something new. A little video lesson on Not Overthinking the Process of writing and publishing. Let me know what results you get! If I get enough responses, I’ll do the exercise myself and post my results. And here’s the link to my dear, cherished duotrope.
Poem of the Day: 1998-2008
Posted in Nina Alvarez, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 11/20/2008 | 2 Comments »
1998-2008 From time to time i took a poem and made it into origami it was folded and i creased a long finger into it. oh absent gods, a threshold over other thresholds one true thing that speaks so well when it finishes your sentences. i heard the roar of Magenta and brought cards with [...]
Poem of the Day: from Don Juan
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer, tagged byron on 11/14/2008 | Leave a Comment »
Don Juan [If from great nature's or our own abyss] If from great nature’s or our own abyss Of thought we could but snatch a certainty, Perhaps mankind might find the path they miss— But then ‘t would spoil much good philosophy. One system eats another up, and this Much as old Saturn ate his [...]
Poem of the Day: Jilted in Abyssinia
Posted in Nina Alvarez, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 11/12/2008 | 1 Comment »
a kind of love that would have done well on a farm in Minnesota: Protestant, judging, held back with two hands, unable to forgive. but i could never have stopped returning to you after that day in Christiania. a sideways glance at grown boy shirt buttoned solid chest beard rougher than hands He was after [...]
Poem of the Day: Ennui
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer, tagged plath on 11/12/2008 | 2 Comments »
Ennui Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe, designing futures where nothing will occur: cross the gypsy’s palm and yawning she will still predict no perils left to conquer. Jeopardy is jejune now: naïve knight finds ogres out-of-date and dragons unheard of, while blasé princesses indict tilts at terror as downright absurd. The beast in [...]
Poem of the Day: Magdalena Remembering
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer, tagged gibbon, magdalena on 11/06/2008 | Leave a Comment »
Magdalena Remembering When I was young my body was money. I bought what I thought would please me. I would have married a man who kissed the fine fan of bones in my foot. I squandered my pretty breasts and thighs, looking for him. I never slept beside those men. I sat on their laps [...]
Poem of the Day: Halloween
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer, tagged robert burns on 11/01/2008 | Leave a Comment »
Halloween Upon that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly coursers prance; Or for Colean the route is ta’en, Beneath the moon’s pale beams; There, up the cove, to stray and rove, Among the rocks and streams To sport that night. Among the bonny winding [...]
