July 2011
4 posts
June 2011
2 posts
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April 2011
6 posts
In a Beautiful Country by Kevin Prufer
A good way to fall in love is to turn off the headlights and drive very fast down dark roads. Another way to fall in love is to say they are only mints and swallow them with a strong drink. Then it is autumn in the body. Your hands are cold. Then it is winter and we are still at war. The gold-haired girl is singing into your ear about how we live in a beautiful country. Snow sifts from the clouds...
Sweetness by Stephen Dunn
Just when it has seemed I couldn’t bear one more friend waking with a tumor, one more maniac with a perfect reason, often a sweetness has come and changed nothing in the world except the way I stumbled through it, for a while lost in the ignorance of loving someone or something, the world shrunk to mouth-size, hand-size, and never seeming small. I acknowledge there is no sweetness ...
Each From Different Heights by Stephen Dunn
Each from different heights
That time I thought I was in love and calmly said so was not much different from the time I was truly in love and slept poorly and spoke out loud to the wall and discovered the hidden genius of my hands And the times I felt less in love, less than someone, were, to be honest, not so different either. Each was ridiculous in its own way and each was tender, yes,...
A Hunger So Honed by Tracy K. Smith
Driving home late through town He woke me for a deer in the road, The light smudge of it fragile in the distance,
Free in a way that made me ashamed for our flesh– His hand on my hand, even the weight Of our voices not speaking.
I watched a long time And a long time after we were too far to see, Told myself I still saw it nosing the shrubs,
All phantom and shadow, so silent It must...
from Rock the Body Body by Major Jackson
for Cornelius Eady
I.
One summer night I learned the art of Break-dancing from a guy I’d only known As Moon in exchange for algebra lessons On Mondays. A member of the Pop-Along-Kids, Moon taught me how to flick my wrist & make a wave. “Check out The Electric Boogie.” he said & worked like a robot;— One hand extended, the fingers curling & Uncurling as the arm-joints...
The Imagined by Stephen Dunn
If the imagined woman makes the real woman seem bare-boned, hardly existent, lacking in gracefullness and intellect and pulchritude, and if you come to realize the imagined woman can only satisfy your imagination, whereas the real woman with all her limitations can often make you feel good, how, in spite of knowing this, does the imagined woman keep getting into your bedroom, and joining you at...
March 2011
14 posts
Progress Report by Vikram Seth
My need has frayed with time; you said it would.
It has; I can walk again across the flood
Of gold silk poppies on the straw-gold hills
Under a deep Californian sky that expels
All truant clouds; watch squads of cattle graze
By the radio-telescope; blue-battered jays
Flash raucous squawking by my swivelling head
While squirrels sine-wave past over the dead
Oak-leaves, and not miss...
Life Story by Tennessee Williams
After you’ve been to bed together for the first time,
without the advantage or disadvantage of any prior acquaintance,
the other party very often says to you,
Tell me about yourself, I want to know all about you,
what’s your story? And you think maybe they really and truly do
sincerely want to know your life story, and so you light up
a cigarette and begin to tell it to them,...
The Silken Tent by Robert Frost
She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when the sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent, So that in guys it gently sways at ease, And its supporting central cedar pole, That is its pinnacle to heavenward And signifies the sureness of the soul, Seems to owe naught to any single cord, But strictly held by none, is loosely bound By countless silken ties of love and...
A Love Supreme by Gabrielle Calvocoressi
You beautiful, broke- back horse of my heart. Proud, debonair, not quite there
in the head. You current with no river in sight. Current as confetti
after parades. You small-town. Italian ice shop next to brothels
beside the highway. Sweet and sweaty. You high as a kite coming
down. You suburban sprawled on the bed. You dead? Not nearly. Not yet.
For Anne by David Lehman
When I think of all the Annes in my life they’re all you almost you’re the Irish girl with the blonde corkscrew curls in Cincinnati but you’re also Anne of the thousand days and poems my mother’s name is Anne the heroine of my novel of the twentieth century which begins in Vienna moves to London with Freud and sneaks into New York during the “phony war” in 1939 Anne is the name of the first...
Correctives by Don Patterson
The shudder in my son’s left hand he cures with one touch from his right, two fingertips laid feather light to still his pen. He understands
the whole man must be his own brother for no man is himself alone; though some of us have never known the one hand’s kindness to another.
Fuck by Kim Addonizio
There are people who will tell you that using the word fuck in a poem indicates a serious lapse of taste, or imagination, or both. It’s vulgar, indecorous, an obscenity that crashes down like an anvil falling through a skylight to land on a restaurant table, on the white linen, the cut-glass vase of lilacs. But if you were sitting over coffee when the metal hit your saucer like a...
Da Capo by Jane Hirshfield
Take the used-up heart like a pebble
and throw it far out.
Soon there is nothing left. Soon the last ripple exhausts itself in the weeds.
Returning home, slice carrots, onions, celery. Glaze them in oil before adding the lentils, water, and herbs.
Then the roasted chestnuts, a little pepper, the salt. Finish with goat cheese and parsley. Eat.
You may do this, I tell you, it is permitted....
February 2011
4 posts
January 2011
15 posts
October 2010
4 posts
kanye-boniver →
dtaberski:
the only thing better than bon iver - if there is anything at all - is this:
azizisbored:
Kanye West ft. Bon Iver - Lost in the World
This song is straight fire!!!! I don’t think everyone understand how good Ye’s new album is. Amazing. (via Pitchfork)
September 2010
10 posts
