Dailies 5/23/17: If scent were white noise, doughnuts would be that scent. Also, escaping from a job, a Russian end to a divorce, & accidentally stepping on a service dog’s paw.

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David Hernandez – Falling but Frozen 

 

By accident, mid-aisle, my heel

pressed against the paw of the service dog,

a bony softness as I

 

pivoted from one student desk to the next.

 

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Charles Bukowski – the great escape

listen, he said, you ever seen a bunch of crabs in a
bucket?
no, I told him.
well, what happens is that now and then one crab
will climb up on top of the others
and begin to climb toward the top of the bucket,
then, just as he’s about to escape
another crab grabs him and pulls him back

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Jerry Williams – Russian Ending

As in some demented romantic comedy,
my wife and I divided the apartment in half.

She took the living room and I took the bedroom.
Bivouacked and bleeding, we waited for the lawyer

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Randall Mann – Proprietary

 

In a precisely lighted room, the CFO speaks
of start-to-start dependencies.
Says let me loop back with you.

Read rest of poem 

 

@ the Academy of American Poets: find commentary & an on-line anthology of Poems for Tragedy and Grief

from Poems for Tragedy and Grief Poets.org – February 21, 2014.

“Tragedy and grief can be encountered privately or publicly, felt in secret or experienced and expressed as a community. Poems of tragedy and grief address the occasions where words are difficult, from personal heartbreak to the Vietnam War to September 11, illuminating and sanctifying private and public loss. These poems try to help us to heal, or give us wisdom, or lend support in time of need. If they don’t say the unsayable, then they attempt it valiantly, speaking when we are afraid to speak, and bravely giving a voice to a collective grief.”

Dailies 5/22/17: Market Day, a chair, a town dreams that a tornado apologizes to them, & the time for nuance is over

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Catherine Pierce – The Town Dreams the Tornado Apologizes

 

And then we woke up.  And our uncles

were still missing, our azaleas yanked

 

and gone, our dogs dashed against oaks.

But before we woke, we heard you say

 

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Linda Pastan – Market Day

We have traveled all this way
to see the real France:
these trays of apricots and grapes spilled out
like semi-precious stones

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Sam Sax – Doctrine

the time for nuance is over
i argue over breakfast
explaining how it’s oft used
to confuse descent—knife
through my poached egg.

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Michael Chitwood – His Chair

After lunch
and before he went

back to the fields,
he’d catch a nap

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“Poems should be written rarely and reluctantly”

“This World” by Czeslaw Milosz. Film by Zbigniew Czapla.

CZESLAW MILOSZ’S BATTLE FOR TRUTH: Having experienced both Nazi and Communist rule, Poland’s great exile poet arrived at a unique blend of skepticism and sincerity. – Adam Kirsch – New Yorker – May 29, 2017

“…it was his lifelong, intimate knowledge of suffering, both private and public, that did the most to shape Milosz’s work. Unlike many great twentieth-century writers, who saw truth in despair, Milosz’s experiences convinced him that poetry must not darken the world but illuminate it: ‘Poems should be written rarely and reluctantly, / under unbearable duress and only with the hope / that good spirits, not evil ones, choose us for their instrument.’ That decision for goodness is what makes Milosz a figure of such rare literary and moral authority. As we enter what looks like our own time of troubles, his poetry and his life offer a reminder of what it meant, and what it took, to survive the twentieth century.”

Child of Europe

Czeslaw Milosz

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We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day.
Who in May admire trees flowering
Are better than those who perished.

We, who taste of exotic dishes,
And enjoy fully the delights of love,
Are better than those who were buried.

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Poems for graduation

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(poetry diary 255-5/22/17) It’s Graduation Season.  (I’m sitting in one of the Yale libraries right now watching students in gowns run merrily through the library to our rest rooms before they have to make their official walk….) Here are two on-line anthologies of poems for graduates: 

“Poems for Graduation” at Poets.org and “Graduation Poems” at the Poetry Foundation.

[yonder deadfromtheneckup graduate]

E. E. Cummings

yonder deadfromtheneckup graduate of a
somewhat obscure to be sure university spends
her time looking picturesque under

Read rest of poem.  Note, according to Poets.org, in this poem Cummings “plays with the idiom ‘poeta nascitur, non fit’ or ‘a poet is born, not made.'” 

Dailies 5/21/17: Observations of an OB/GYN nurse. Observations before group meditation. Plus a patched sail & a lumpy father.

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Molly Tenenbaum – My Lumpy Father

Inside his plaid shirt, a scurry of moles.
While he naps, a lone brave nose
whiskers the air, and they all venture out,
once, twice, three times
around his body. And hurry back in,
on a path between third and fourth button.

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Chloe Honum – Before Group Meditation 

I recall splendor.
On a borrowed bicycle,
I wobbled fast

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Lois Parker Edstom – Observations of an OB/GYN Nurse

       In memory of Dr. Tom Critchfield

The babies, CEOs of his life,
set the schedule, write the script.

They arrive in predawn hours
and the middle of the afternoon

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Marianne Moore – Under a Patched Sail

“Oh, we’ll drink once more
when the wind’s off shore,”

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excellent poem by a 13-year-old

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Joanna Jimenez (age 13)

8 is an upright infinity sign,
a goldfish, and a snowman
8 is the mask that you can use
to hide away from this rocky reality
It’s the chain that holds me back
from endless choices I know I’d regret.
8 is the age I met my father
and I had to pretend that I wasn’t bothered
Without 8, it would be 7 then 9,

crime writer uses poetry to help write novels

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THE CRIME NOVELIST WHO WRITES POETRY: KARIN SALVALAGGIO ON GETTING AT CHARACTER AND LYRICISM THROUGH VERSE – Literary Hub – 5/19/2017

Salvalaggio writes poetry privately, often to explore her personal life. She also uses it

“…for purely utilitarian reasons as I find it helpful to approach highly emotive scenes in my novels first as poetry. It is basically free writing, but in verse. In the absence of the usual constraints there’s an increased chance of stumbling upon unique ways to describe the natural world and human emotions. Unusual word juxtapositions also emerge, an example being bone dust white, a phrase used to describe a child’s breath on a frigid winter morning, which incidentally became the title of my first novel. When I’m free writing poetry it often feels like I’m taking down dictation from an unseen source. Ideas tend to emerge in surprising ways. After I’m finished I get out my highlighter and mine the unedited poems for interesting imagery and phrasing. The poems are then abandoned to the piles of notebooks thrown beneath my writing desk.”

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