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Poetry News for August 12, 2007

Posted August 12th, 2007 by Jilly Dybka

Poetry News:

  1. “That letters, words and sentences are all involved in reading is nothing new, but finding that their contributions to reading rate is additive is startling”
  2. Borges and Lowell
  3. Shhh, the ‘poetry librarian’ is in town
  4. Eight Poems by Pierre Reverdy
  5. English literature, as we know it, begins with the works of two great poets who wrote in London during the second half of the 14th century: Geoffrey Chaucer and William Langland
  6. Complete Minimal Poems by Aram Saroyan
  7. For example, here is a fairly recent Simic self-portrait
  8. Saginaw celebrates poet
  9. why are Nick Laird’s poems so sombre?

My web host moved this site to a newer server. I think everything is working OK?

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“In a stunning follow-up to the attack on Taslima Nasreen by Muslim activists, the Hyderabad police on Saturday booked the exiled Bangladeshi author for promoting enmity between different groups on grounds of religion, race, language ” a charge that can get her two years in prison, if proven. The attackers are roaming freely, charged with minor misdemeanours.” [more]

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Got my hair CUT OFF Saturday. Maybe it isn’t such a good idea to go to the salon when you have slid into surgical menopause hahaha? Speaking of which, I am taking a break from the internet for a bit because the world is really starting to piss me off (more) & I need to hibernate & straighten my brain. See you in a bit. Have a poem xoxo:

Remedy
(for Sylvia Plath)

This cure is a quake of the brain. In a cracked
room sits a cracked bell, convalescent. Shaken
until erased, I seek a grand plan, yet

fail without ceremony. I’m simply an immigrant
in a monochrome country. The doctors are delinquent
to tender this gift (spark-volts,

spark-lids): even the shadows sleepwalk
inside the ruinous afternoon. Suddenly I am
at the kitchen table. Suddenly I am

an oracle, inconsequent. In an electric
mist, I smell hot wire and I smell possession.
The ink of my pen is shaping a rook,

arranging and rearranging his feathers
in the rain. I feel the flare of an angel
at my elbow. I feel her random descent.

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4 Responses to: “Poetry News for August 12, 2007”

  1. susan responds:
    Posted: August 12th, 2007 at 12:42 pm

    I should think that Charles Simic could help somehow, with the brain straightening :-) I couldn’t get the Taslima Nasreen link to work but the point is all too clear.

  2. Whimsy responds:
    Posted: August 12th, 2007 at 7:56 pm

    Junie had her hair cut off, too, and she’s cuter than ever, so there’s that. The grand plan should be shaken, not stirred. Rest and be well, Jilly.

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