Category Archives: Poetry

Dripping with Irony

Alice Burdick book of short sentences “Enter the building” I’ve never explicitly written a poem about a cup of tea on a table. So this section is about that thing That ladies should write about to seem accessible. Tea. It … Continue reading

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Common Corrosive Ancestor

I like how this gently moves from the consideration of the conditions for epic to an aperçu of a specific historical mentalité … Yet without a mythical or cosmological scheme positing a continuity between human and divine, it is difficult … Continue reading

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Paleontologist Stung

Robert Graves On English Poetry (1922) Appendix: — The Dangers of Definition […] let the Dictionary be a hive of living things and not a museum of minutely ticketed fossils. And this bon mot like a bee caught in amber … Continue reading

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Force & Metamorphosis

What charmed me in this small poetic fragment was the notion of something vegetal (green & climbing) transmuting itself into the feline presence, a menacing presence intent on reaching out more Sir, Say no More By Trumbull Stickney (1874 – … Continue reading

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The Buzz

What I like in this set of lines from Helen Guri Match is the code switching between the animal and the botanical. It adds to the effect of melding into a protean potentiality. Darkness never came. It was the bumblebees … Continue reading

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The Observer Observed

‘Neighbourhood Watch’ in The Cold Panes of Surfaces One day you come home to a letter in your mailbox. It asks you to quietly observe a neighbour — a young man who owns a brick house across the street from … Continue reading

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Competing Views of Truth to Nature

Robert Graves On English Poetry (1922) LV – The Art of Expression [ends with the following charming anecdote of antithesis] Mr. Edmund Blunden lately called my attention to a message from Keats to John Clare sent through their common publisher, … Continue reading

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Stars and Windows

Intrigued by Neil Young’s use of the preposition “behind” in Helpless Blue, blue windows behind the stars, Yellow moon on the rise, Big birds flying across the sky, Throwing shadows on our eyes. And so I came across a stanza … Continue reading

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Representation of a Representation

Helen Guri Match Delectable opening of “After ‘Still Life Fast Moving’” — a most superb food fight albeit one served up as a slide show: In some pictures, objects come alive and the living are objects. Picture, for example, a … Continue reading

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Drip Drop Frozen

I was seduced by the cover of the book, I stayed for the words. Chris Banks The Cloud Versus Grand Unification Theory “Reality Check” Trickle- down economics has left us with dribbles Tailored cynicism. And the shoe fits. And so … Continue reading

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