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Archive for November, 2007

Chimney Swifts It was this same time: an early winter. Columns of black birds undulated across the paling sky at evening, soundless. I’m grown. Where I live now, the cold will bring snow. But there, then, it meant only less light, moderate cold, damp sadness, robbed of lucidity, framed in magnolia, yella pine, and papery […]

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Serpas, Martha. The Dirty Side of the Storm. Norton. 2006..c..96p. ISBN 0-393-06266-X $23.95,poetry. “The Salvage” Martha Serpas’ second work, The Dirty Side of the Storm, takes careful pleasure in the teasing out of mysteries and binaries; good and evil, life and death, destruction and construction, give way to the swirling, deeply gray, humane truth. Serpas, […]

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 Response to Outside Poetry Reading:  Fred Chappell reads his work at Thursday Poems, Nov.15, 2007 The work of Fred Chappell was relatively new to me on hearing him read November fifteenth. However, I was prepared for the breadth and depth of his work-the incredible range of subject matter and form to free-verse, to other genres […]

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Chosen Poem IV (finally posted)

A portion of the long poem, The Throne of Labdacus. by Gjertrud SchnackenbergWhat is: a leaking through of events From beyond the bourn of right and wrong; What is: a sequence of accidents Without a cause, Or from which the cause Is long-lost, like a ruthless jewel Missing from an archaic setting’s Empty, bent, but […]

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seasons’ found (poetic) forms.

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“the machinery” of Sylphs?

“Pope greatly expanded the earlier version, adding the delightful ‘machinery’ (i.e., the supernatural agents in epic action) of the Sylphs, Belinda’s toilet, the card game, and the visit to the Cave of Spleen…”- from the Norton introduction to The Rape of the Lock “Some to the Sun their Insect-Wings unfold, Waft on the Breeze, or […]

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The Cage of Chastity.

It’s not exactly breaking news that women’s undergarments in the 17th, 18th, 19th centuries (particularly those of “a lady”) were designed to be uncomfortable exaggerations of the female form. The hoop-skirt (and corset) was a literal cage, which trapped the woman, but also offered her protection from unwanted sexual intercourse. It is difficult to rape […]

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Photograph Sonnet

Miss Coca-Cola 1943 For my grandmother, Isabel Blackwell Roberts, 1925-1977 “Passion moves inward, striking and blighting the deepest cellular recesses.” – Susan Sontag, Disease and It’s Metaphors Her own figure stitched in by a woolknit, striped bathing-suit, her fingers enclose the waist of a coke bottle, dark and fit as a tiny dressmakers’ dummy, poised […]

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new FORMalist found poems…

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Baggott Writing Event

Poetry Addresses Her Daughter, the Novel I called you new, forced you out. You didn’t even scream, folded neatly, unnaturally white in the hook-nosed nurse’s arms. I was enraptured by you: your smell of softly sour whey, powder, your persistent quietness, soft, roaming, wormy fingers, and your eyes, the color of a twilight snow-sky, so […]

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