In the deep fall
don’t you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don’t you think
the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
warm caves, begin to think
of the birds that will come — six, a dozen — to sleep
inside their bodies? And [...]
Archive for the 'Andrew' Category
Song for Autumn, by Mary Oliver
Published November 6th, 2006 archive in Andrew, Group 2 and ethershop. 0 CommentsLiving with Ballads: Sidna Allen
Published October 23rd, 2006 archive in Andrew, Group 2 and ethershop. 0 CommentsHe mounted to the bar
with a pistol in his hand
and he sent Judge Massie
to the Promised Land:
the only mountain ballad
my mother ever sang
the years that she was raising me
on Pop Rocks and Tang,
and Grandmother thought secular
music miles beneath
her notice, so my mind is not
one Stith Thompson motif
after another, not a green
wood thick with noble felons,
no [...]
Lyrical, by Joseph Millar
Published October 2nd, 2006 archive in Andrew, Group 2 and ethershop. 0 CommentsThe spaniel next door yaps at the sparrows,
he yaps at the crows and the mailman,
yaps at the compost pile and the sunflower,
yaps at the rain and the sky. He yaps
at the steps leading down to the creek
where the flax plants bloom high as my waist
and the blue flowers force their way up
through small stones the [...]
Adhesive Force (TT quote)
Published September 22nd, 2006 archive in Andrew, Group 2 and ethershop. 0 Commentspg. 45:
“Connections are not stated, yet we know the three statements are connected. The are connected because the same poet wrote all three. That is, they are products of one vision that, along with style, becomes the adhesive force. This adhesive force will be your way of writing. Assume the next [...]
Patrick Phillips, “What Happens”
Published September 22nd, 2006 archive in Andrew, Group 2 and ethershop. 0 CommentsWhat Happens
1.
What happens never happens on its own.
The future and the past collide.
I’ve known a radio to go on playing
the song that it was playing
just before my father’s Pontiac began to slide—
the past so stubbornly persistent
even Jimi Hendrix would not stop wailing
just because my face was broken
and the rain was blowing
through what had been a [...]
Waterfall at Journey’s End, by Neil Shepard
Published September 14th, 2006 archive in Andrew, Group 2 and ethershop. 0 CommentsYet another metamorphic
swimming hole, waterfall
where language fails.
Gneiss, schist, slate.
You can hear nouns meta-
morphose to verbs, gnarl, shiver, split,
then strip down, tumble
in granitic kettle-holes
and camouflage themselves
in green water, green
because pines hang
above the fault line
and shade language
from blue-blank sky where some-
body’s watching, listening
to the syllables of delight.
This is the place of pre-
delight, before the light
blinked on in [...]
“I find words beautiful that ring with psychic truth and sound meant. If such a choice were possible, I would far rather mean what I say that say what I mean. To use language well requires self-sacrifice, even giving up pet ideas.”
I definitely agree with this idea. Several times, when trying to [...]
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