“When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.”
-John F. Kennedy
the only things I remember about
New York City
in the summer
are the fire escapes
Simone Muench & Dean Rader – The beautiful American word, Sure
The beautiful American word, Sure,
as ubiquitous as barbeques and aneurisms.
Ensure; assure; cocksure; “fo’ sho.”
It drifts through diners, coffee shops, a spawned
Amy King – Ancient Sunlight
Shame on you for dating a museum:
Everything is dead there and nothing is alive.
Not everyone who lives to be old embraces
the publicity of it all. I mean, you get up and folks
Fifty-seven years. Your low-rise sports car.
Your plaid necktie slung over a tweed shoulder.
Your visor cap, your pipe, a meerschaum,
Poetry Diary: The images of protesters in the poem below caught me–there’s an intriguing, jarring contrast here between the violent images and the subject….
David Solway – The Dreams
They assemble in throngs demanding to be heard
like demonstrators waving placards,
sometimes peaceful, usually violent,
shouting slogans into the wind
or hurling rocks through the windows of embassies.