Thursday, October 8, 2009

Philip Booth

Philip Booth"Writing poems is not a career but a lifetime of looking into, and listening to, how words see."

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Poets on Poetry: Carl Sandburg | Blotting paper

Poets on Poetry: Carl Sandburg Blotting paper: Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
Source: Unknown"

Poets on Poetry: Karl Shapiro | Blotting paper

Poets on Poetry: Karl Shapiro Blotting paper: "Karl ShapiroPoetry is a separate language. It’s a language in which you never really come to the point. You’re always at an angle.
Source: Unknown"

Tuesday, October 6, 2009


Flannery O'Connor wrote about Caroline Gordon: "You walk through her stories like you are walking in a complete real world. And watch how the meaning comes from the things themselves and not from her imposing anything."

Saturday, October 3, 2009

The Cycle of Writing

I have been looking at much photography of Dorthea Lange of late. She speaks to me as i look at what she has taken pictures of. I have written a couple of poems about her photograph's and will include one of them here. I have marked the pictures I want to write about and have been looking listensing to songs/lyrics from the thirties. This has been enough to start me seeing that another book is underway.

Dorthea Lange Photo

My Hemingway Man 1939
                           For Jenny

The dress I did not wear
Matters little, for now.
Jim, shirtless- my young
Hemingway man, flexes
His security number across
His bicep.

He makes me kiss
Those digits each night
As tobacco smoke dissipates
On his chest hairs.
When Jim leaves
I’ll put on the hanging dress-
My style shines like the pot
To my right.