Friday, April 3, 2009

methuselah

Dear Readers, I am posting a poem a day for National Poetry Month. The Academy of American Poets offers a poem-a-day e-mail for April. Check out their website here.

From time to time I will be posting poems that I think are interesting and ones from friends that I admire.

Today's poem is a lovely section from a series by my friend Rio.

from Methuselah Series
for Nate

1. Opiate Study

Your whole mass, a white heaping sack on the grass
cell-stitches keeping you from exploding poison
into the downstream of Chalk Creek.

Your whiteness is contagious, July and everything around
you begins to freeze. The reeds of Crab Grass harden like pins
beneath you, Blue Spruce Pines frost over in powder snow
there is no sun and no single breed of cloud in the sky.


This is the moment you die. A clearing in the woods:
your maker's un-womb. No chord to keep you close to your mother.


-Rio Cortez


Rio Cortez is a graduate of Sarah Lawrence College, where she was the recipient of the Lucy Grealy Prize in Poetry. Her work has been published in Dark Phrases & Through the Looking Glass. She is currently working on her chapbook, Ugly. Rio hates plane crashes and the MTA Doomsday Budget Plan; she loves and lives in Queens, NY.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

do your best

I've been playing this lost disco gem a lot lately. It's pretty cheesy and has a great cowbell & synths.

someone with the screename nutforcub commented about the song on youtube:
Geez....I first heard this when a bunch of us guys were partying in the backroads with bottles of pepermint schnapps (chilled)
We were all laughing and partying up, then we heard this song, and suddenly, we were all quiet. We were around 20-23 years old, and i guess we were all coming out too...what a trip. Thanks for the flashback....


all of you are jewels

Michelle continues to be an inspiring (and stylish) First Lady. She spoke to young girls in London & wore Jason Wu.

hasta la vista buckaroo



This is an interesting poem by Charles Wright originally printed in VQR *(see the printed version, with the correct indentions here... I can't seem to get them right on blogger) and in his new book Sestets. All of the poems in the book are contained in a compact 6 lines. He continues to mix the modern with both an old-school southern hymnal style & zen-ness.


Hasta la Vista Buckaroo

So many have come and gone, undone
like a rhinestone cowboy,
Dazzle and snuff, Lord, dazzle and snuff,
In a two-bit rodeo.

The entrance to hell is just a tiny hole in the ground,
The size of an old pecan, soul-sized, horizon-sized.
Thousands go through it each day before the mist clears
thousands one by one you’re next.


-Charles Wright

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

joy



Megan Joy finally goes home.

song



Song

You are as gold
as the half-ripe grain
that merges to gold again,
as white as the white rain
that beats through
the half-opened flowers
of the great flower tufts
thick on the black limbs
of an Illyrian apple bough.

Can honey distill such fragrance
As your bright hairó
For your face is as fair as rain,
yet as rain that lies clear
on white honey-comb,
lends radiance to the white wax,
so your hair on your brow
casts light for a shadow.

-H.D.

michelle (tea) & queen bee




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