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Love Poems For Valentine's Day: Guaranteed To Throw Sparks Or Your Money Back.

Photo Credit: aliança by Rodrigo GianesiFor some people Valentine's Day is easy. They sow Necco Sweethearts like grass seed, believing each little saying imprinted on each little pastel-tinted heart to be meaningful if not oracular. Then there are the conspiracy theorists who claim to have documented proof that the Truffle Makers' Guild and the equally nefarious Greeting Card Poets' Bund are behind the whole charade.

And then there are the rest of us, swinging between hope and despair.

The Surreal Thing

Photo Credit: The Treachery of Images by Rene Magriite / Photo by Jason ford (Sur)reality TV: Andre Breton, self-appointed (or self-anointed) Grand Poobah of the Surrealist Movement and author of its manifesto, was the kind of kid who would take his ball and go home whenever the other children balked at his dictatorial ways,

Is Rap Poetry?

In an earlier post I argued--not altogether convincingly even to myself--that songwriters should not beVintage Typewriter by House of Sims / Brandi Sims considered "poets." Basically, I said it is an apples to oranges comparison--each genre's aims and tools are so different as to be nearly unrelated.

Theories of Everything, Answers to Nothing

Over the last few years I've read a lot of literary theory and will frankly admit that most of it just doesn't Dekonstrukcja by eisenbahner make a dent. It comes in, curls up in my brainpan like a very fat, very disagreeable cat and goes to sleep, occasionally waking up to bat around my medulla oblongata like a toy mouse.

Songwriters vs. Poets: A Battle Royale (Or a Long-simmering Grievance Aired to No Good Effect)

Our lives would be so much better if everyone had their own horn sectionPetrarch and his Favorite Axe, after a fresco by Andrea del Castagno.
John Prine is a songwriter I admire a lot. I can’t listen to any of the many covers of “Angel from Montgomery” without getting all wistful and gooey inside.

Poetry, Politics and Principled Uncertainty

Typiewriter! by etharooni/ethan r"Have you ever heard of insect politics? Insects don't have politics. They're very... brutal. No compassion, no compromise. We can't trust the insect. I'd like to become the first... insect politician. Y'see, I'd like to, but..."
--Seth Brundle, The Fly (1986)

Last week's post got me thinking about poets as public voices, presuming to, or being presumed to, speak for those who can't or don't speak for themselves--in short, poets as political animals.

A Poet By Any Other Name Is Still Unknown and Broke

In 1961, Newton Minow called television “a vast wasteland.”
In 2009, it’s pretty safe to sayTV test pattern Indian Head image largest test pattern from 1960's by Wonderlane Ol' Newt's perception of scale was just a smidge off the mark. The brain fairly puckers to imagine the description he would cough up today.

On Odes, OCDs, and a Cat Named Jeoffry

It is an unfortunate reality of collective memory that Christopher Smart is remembered less for his poetry than for hisCat Jump 1 by Robbie Sproule cat, the admirable Jeoffry, and his habit (Smart’s, not Jeoffry’s) of throwing himself down to pray whenever and wherever he felt called to do so, including, according to Old Sam Johnson, the sewage and offal-strewn streets of London.

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