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The L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E Poets

Language Interchange 8 by J. E. TheriotI've been wrestling with the Language Poets for several years now. It's a pretty masochistic pursuit, but I believe if one is going to write poetry in the 21st century (speaking of masochistic pursuits) one must come to grips with them one way or another. For good and ill, they bent the perameters of the art in such a fundamental way that even vehemently non-experimental poets must take their ideas into account. 

A Defense of the Poetry of Jewel (Kind of)

Cover Art: A Night without Armor: Poems by JewelOkay. Okay. Okay. Please stop yelling. I can explain.
Yes, I realize there is a link to Jewel's book of "poems" down there. No, I haven't read the book. No, I do not intend to read it. Yes, my reasons for not reading it are snobbish and do not reflect well on me as a person. No, I don't really care. 

GLBT Poetry

Photo Credit: Elod-Eye by Frédéric DupontIt has been said that we learn through our hands and fall in love through our eyes. I don't know if either is true, but I suspect both are. One thing I do know is that Eros is the most capricious of deities. We can't control who we're attracted to any more than we can control a sneeze.

The Geezer's Guide to Not Going Gentle into that Good Night

Photo Credit: relic dusted in sepia by psyberartistIt is an exasperating fact of life that the older you get, the younger the young get. Its corollary is that the greater your own age, the greater the age beside the word "young" in your internal dictionary. You won't really notice the latter until one day when you're talking to a guy with three kids and a second mortgage, you will hear yourself saying something like, "you're just a kid. Give it time..." You will, I guarantee, want to stick your tongue in the nearest wall socket, but deep down you will actually believe what you are saying.

National Poetry Month: Eliot Didn't Call April the Cruelest One for Nothing

National Poetry Month Logo: Courtesy of Academy of American Poets & poets.orgParagraph One: In which the Author Discusses That Unpleasant After Taste. Personally, I'd opt for a National Take-A-Poet-To-Lunch Day over a whole month of funereal "celebrations” of the art. It just seems that a lot of these annual (entirely laudable) attempts to put a poem in every pot smack of the medicinal (“just hold your nose; it's good for you. Trust us").

National Poetry Month: What They Won't Tell You

Cover Art: Love, Ghosts and Facial HairOkay, I figure that headline up there sent most everybody fleeing as fast as their mouses could carry them. So, for the one or two of you who are still with me, I'm going to tell you something that no one else will.

Here it is: Poetry is not good for you, or at least not good for you in the way that most people think it is.

The fact is poetry is bad for you.

Now I know what you're saying,This guy thinks I can't see through this reverse-psychology stuff.  Despite appearances, I'm not dumb enough to think you're dumb enough to fall for that.

Ai (1947-2010)

Portrait of Ai: Courtesy of the Poetry FoundationOne can get a pretty good idea of where the poet Ai was coming from by scanning the titles in her bibliography: Cruelty, Killing Floor, Sin, Fate, Greed, Vice, and Dread. To say she was a poet who carried a rather dark view of human character, or to say she was an in-your-face provocateur, or that she was a feminist, or a voice for the ethnic hybrid who is so often cast as Other--who is allowed to belong nowhere, is to diminish her art. Yes, she was all of those things and would, I think, unapologetically tell you so, but those labels do not touch her verbal dexterity, her skill with the rhythms of speech, nor her inventiveness.

Dulce et decorum est: War and Anti-War Poetry

Cover Art: Blue-Tail Fly by Vievee FrancisSoldiers have been writing poetry glorifying or abhorring war for as long as there have been soldiers and wars. Others have written poems lamenting war's inhumanity and its wastes every bit as long. I guess the best we can do is work toward the day when neither will be necessary.

Below you will find poetry occasioned by war from the Harris County Public Library Catalog.

 

 

Irish Poetry for Saint Patrick's Day

Cover Art: The Secret of the Rose: The Love Poems of W. B. YeatsSorry I'm late--took a wrong turn at Sligo and ended up in Tipperary (a long, long way, indeed).
Ba-dum-tish.

Since so many Americans become Irish for the day on the Feast Day of Saint Patrick, I figure it is the least we can do to acquaint ourselves with some of the country's culture beyond our annual chats with Misters Jameson, Bushmill and Guiness, and the odd bowl of Lucky Charms®.

Dealing with the Devil and Other Ill-Advised Undertakings

Cover Art: The Doré Illustrations for Dante's Divine ComedyFrom the Department of No One Asked Me, But...
I was re-reading parts of Dante's Divine Comedy last week and remembered why I had always felt so uneasy about the experience my first time through. Here's the thing: Hell is...well, How should I put this?...a heck of a lot more fun (to read, at least) than Purgatory and Paradise. The Inferno is fairly brimming with pleasingly sadistic little set pieces

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