(from a law book) Amelia was just fourteen and out of the orphan asylum; at her first job–in the bindery, and yes sir, yes ma’am, oh, so anxious to please. She stood at the table, her blond hair hanging about her shoulders, “knocking up” for Mary and Sadie, the stichers (“knocking up” is counting books [...]
Archive for December, 2008
Poem of the Day: ‘found poem’ from a law book
Posted in poem, poet, poetry, Reznikoff, Write, Writer, writing on 12/10/2008 | Leave a Comment »
Poem of the Day: Endnote
Posted in carruth, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer on 12/09/2008 | Leave a Comment »
Endnote The great poems of our elders in many tongues we struggled to comprehend who are now content with mystery simple and profound you in the night your breath your body (continue) -Hayden Carruth
Poem of the Day: Mark Rothko
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 12/08/2008 | 5 Comments »
Mark Rothko [ 01 Dec ] London’s Tate Modern is currently holding an exhibition of Mark Rothko’s later works through to 1st February 2009. The collection plunges the viewer into his deep “colorfields” – chromatic spaces for meditation. -Nina Alvarez This is a found poem, stumbled upon on the front page of Artprice.com. If you [...]
Poem of the Day: Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage [There is a pleasure in the pathless woods]
Posted in byron, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer, writing on 12/07/2008 | Leave a Comment »
Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage [There is a pleasure in the pathless woods] There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, [...]
Poem of the Day: Hope
Posted in dickinson, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer, writing on 12/06/2008 | Leave a Comment »
Hope Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune–without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the chillest land, And [...]
Poem of the Day: Prometheus: Behind the Music
Posted in Nina Alvarez, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 12/05/2008 | 1 Comment »
Prometheus: Behind the Music Prometheus loved the afternoon and took his drink with goat meat then. And shook the rawness of his hands on his big thighs and wiped them clean. The giant man held conference with intangible or tiny things. Once a woman stayed the night, He scared her with his offerings. Prometheus watched [...]
