Tagged: poetry

Poetry Should Hurt

Meaning and context take a backseat as the language police round up another suspect.


Poet Voice and Why it Grates

Picture, if you will, that you are not overly familiar with live poetry reading, and gave it a chance just to try it. But the speaker, using a monotone and slightly halting delivery, was as imposing as the meaning of the words themselves. Turns out that is common as @cjgiaimo writes in Atlas Obscura

In Defense of Poetry

Old poetry is laden with the baggage of centuries of hidden metaphor and archaic references. New poetry is prone to abstraction and whimsical laziness. But poetry deserves our consideration as an art form nonetheless. After all, all the music we love is poetry, and all the fun little things we can do with language are best done in poetic form.

Same as it Evers Was

Tinkering with some verse, leaving nothing to chance.

Sickle Moon

A poem for Paris.

The Saddest Poem?

What’s the saddest poem ever written? With a couple candidates.

Why the Goddess Weeps

An original poem, written by a lawyer during a particularly challenging day at court.

A Gordon Setter

Original poetry by Dale Forguson.

Poem for Monday

Original poetry by Dale Forguson

Translation as Commentary (or, Commentary as Translation?)

It is September, which means—inevitably—that I find myself thinking about Paul Celan’s “Todesfugue,” this time (the first time) as a teacher.  It is hardly easy, in subject matter or in style—it is credited for...

Another from Edmond Rostand

Rostand’s second poem from Les Musardises, entitled “The Bedroom.” For my English translation I chose rhymed couplets, though I admit with BlaiseP that there’s a procrustean quality to some of them. Incidentally, the author...

History’s Lost, Part II: Sappho

“Euripides was eaten by dogs; Aeschylus killed by a stone; Sappho leapt from a cliff. We know no more of them than that. We have their poetry, and that is all.” – Virginia Woolf,...

A poem for Wednesday

The Old Fools by Philip Larkin What do they think has happened, the old fools, To make them like this? Do they somehow suppose It’s more grown-up when your mouth hangs open and drools,...

A Golden Age of American Poetry?

From the NYRBlog: In a country in which schools seem to teach less literature every year, where fewer people read books and ignorance reigns supreme regarding most issues, poetry is read and written more...

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