30 Apr 2006

My Hands Have Their Own History.

Written by sally @ 8:29 pm — Section: Uncategorized

So welcome to the end of National Poetry Month! It’s been a pretty good one, I think. Y’all have all behaved yourselves, and even commented on occasion! Good for you!

Sometime in high school I bought a book by the following poet because it was large and contained illustrations and was $1.00; I was unjustly rewarded with this poem. It’s clever and poignant at the same time, which is hard to pull off without sounding like an asshole.

i don’t want to disgrace you
— Gerald Huckaby

i don’t want to disgrace you —
i’ve shined up my bones and
smoothed my skin in quiet
folds around me, arranged
my limbs tastefully
in elegant lines that none may see
elbow or knee, i’ve instructed
my jaw not to grin nor jape,
my lips to stay firmly in place:

i shall not blink nor stare
nor will a hair upon my head
move, and i can hold my feet
still, that not a toe will tumble:
i don’t want to disgrace you,

but my hands have their own history
and instinctively at your entrance
rise to your face

(from city, uncity, Doubleday, 1969)

29 Apr 2006

Whatever a Moon Has Always Meant.

Written by sally @ 8:26 pm — Section: Uncategorized

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

— e.e. cummings

28 Apr 2006

I Could Talk to You of Fairies.

Written by sally @ 9:42 am — Section: Uncategorized

I Could Show You the Colors
— Eudora Alice Welty

I could show you
the colors
in the scarf of
dreams that I
would wear
If I were not I —
If I had a star
to play with, I
should not mind
if you held it
for a little while
in your hands.
I could talk to you of fairies.

(from Early Escapades, UP of Mississippi, 2005; originally published in The Spectator, Mississippi State College for Women, 1926)

27 Apr 2006

“The Sock” by April H.

Written by sally @ 3:05 pm — Section: Uncategorized

By request (I actually got an NPM request!), here is the student poem about the sock that I referenced here.

The Sock
— April H. (more…)

Television Booting Shockers!

Written by sally @ 10:16 am — Section: sally

Last night, oh, last night, so many annoying people were sprung from their respective reality show prisons. (more…)

26 Apr 2006

You Must Change Your Life.

Written by sally @ 9:53 am — Section: Uncategorized

I wrote the last two lines of this poem on a page in a notebook my sophomore year of college; it took me almost ten years to come across the poem again and identify it. Moral of the story: cite your sources! (more…)

Nuggets On Unrelated Topics! Vol. XVXII.

Written by sally @ 9:52 am — Section: sally

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25 Apr 2006

And Hamlet, How Boring.

Written by sally @ 2:45 pm — Section: Uncategorized

I should wait until tomorrow to post this, since it’s his birthday and all, but people: I have a headache brought on my unnecessary worry and a lack of Coca-Cola, and this one was already saved as a draft. Enjoy!

When I Read Shakespeare
— D. H. Lawrence

When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder
that such trivial people should muse and thunder
in such lovely language.

Lear, the old buffer, you wonder his daughters
didn’t treat him rougher,
the old chough, the old chuffer!

And Hamlet, how boring, how boring to live with,
so mean and self-conscious, blowing and snoring
his wonderful speeches, full of other folks’ whoring!

And Macbeth and his Lady, who should have been choring,
such suburban ambition, so messily goring
old Duncan with daggers!

How boring, how small Shakespeare’s people are!
Yet the language so lovely! like the dyes from gas-tar.

24 Apr 2006

Frank Sunlight They Do Not Shrink From.

Written by sally @ 3:21 pm — Section: Uncategorized

I have mentioned before that Charlie Smith is my Favorite Poet, and that fate threw us together one semester at the University of Alabama and that I punched fate in the face by never even talking to the guy. I’d see him in the halls and immediately start studying my fingernails or digging in my purse for an imaginary something. And at his reading, I could not bring myself to attend the reception afterwards, where I might’ve stood there by the cheese cubes trying to say something about how important his poems are to me, how the clarity of them hits me right in the gut, how I return to them over and over again — and instead would’ve just ended up saying something like, “I like cheese.” I prefer to keep my heroes not just at arm’s length, but at river’s length. (more…)

23 Apr 2006

Carver Sunday! “Loafing.”

Written by sally @ 11:13 am — Section: Uncategorized

Loafing
— Raymond Carver

I looked into the room a moment ago,
and this is what I saw —
my chair in its place by the window,
the book turned facedown on the table.
And on the sill, the cigarette
left burning in its ashtray.
Malingerer! my uncle yelled at me
so long ago. He was right.
I’ve set aside time today,
same as every day,
for doing nothing at all.

22 Apr 2006

I Encourage You to Make Similar Pacts.

Written by sally @ 6:54 pm — Section: Uncategorized

A Pact
— Ezra Pound

I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman —
I have detested you long enough.
I come to you as a grown child
Who has had a pig-headed father;
I am old enough now to make friends.
It was you that broke the new wood,
Now is a time for carving.
We have one sap and one root —
Let there be commerce between us.

21 Apr 2006

An Ode to All the Celebrities I Read About Obsessively.

Written by sally @ 3:15 pm — Section: Uncategorized

Fame is a bee.
It has a song —
It has a sting —
Ah, too, it has a wing.

— Emily Dickinson

20 Apr 2006

An Ode to Everyone I Know.

Written by sally @ 3:50 pm — Section: Uncategorized

Be Drunk
— Charles Baudelaire

You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it — it’s the
only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks
your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually
drunk.

But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be
drunk.

And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of
a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again,
drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave,
the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything
that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is
singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and
wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: “It is time to be
drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be
continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.”

(from Modern Poets of France: A Bilingual Anthology, translated and edited by Louis Simpson, published by Story Line Press, Inc.)

America’s Next Top Chef Model!

Written by sally @ 9:26 am — Section: Uncategorized

Man. Television was so good last night. (more…)

19 Apr 2006

A Rant! On Bad Poetry.

Written by sally @ 11:23 am — Section: Uncategorized

I was going to be mean and post a couple of poems from the not-intentionally-funny website Poet’s Corner, but instead I thought I’d just link to it and let you laugh heartily on your own. (more…)

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