Artaud: Poetry layer beneath the poetry
“Beneath the poetry of the texts, there is the actual poetry,
without form and without text.” –Antonin Artaud, poet, essayist, playwright, actor & director
“Beneath the poetry of the texts, there is the actual poetry,
without form and without text.” –Antonin Artaud, poet, essayist, playwright, actor & director
Aaron Belz is a modern man of letters, a university teacher, poet,reviewer, essayist, and organizer of St. Louis’ Observable Readings. Through Aaron I met the Nigerian poet Obi Nwakanma who was a touchstone for me at last week’s Soyinka Symposium in Carbondale. Aaron Belz’ “gravely hilarious” poems, as Denise Duhamel describes them, in “The Bird…
Matthew Freeman reads from “Darkness Never Far,” at the Regional Arts Commission March 18th at 7:30 on Delmar, across from the Pageant Theater. Other readers include: Mary Eden, Jessica Freeman, Dena Molen, Julia Gordon-Bramer, Lisa Ebert, and Kristin Sharp. Join the St. Louis poetry community for a guaranteed good time. Free refreshments. Music by Tom…
Is National Poetry Month inane, insane, or inspirational? Newsweek looked at this question. Here’s an excerpt from the article, “The Cruelest (and Coolest) Month” with some words from Billy–Collins, that is: Billy Collins, the former U.S. Poet Laureate and current New York State Poet whose books enjoy the anomalous distinction of outselling many top novels,…
Among just one of my pleasures at the St. Louis Writers Guild Loud Mouth Open Mic last week, was meeting Aaron Belz and becoming introduced to his “gravely hilarious” poems, as Denise Duhamel describes them. I bought a copy of “The Bird Hoverer” spent some enjoyable time with his hovering birds over several afternoons. Aaron…
These Days by Charles Olson from “Collected Poems of Charles Olson—Excluding Maximus Poems” whatever you have to say, leave the roots on, let them dangle And the dirt Just to make clear where they come from
In a workshop on sacred space, I drew a rainbow vortex, holding 4-6 crayons in my hand at a time. I loved that part. Then, looking at my crayon drawing, I wrote this letter to the rainbow vortex. Later I cut the vortex into a spiral and pasted it into my journal, folding in switchbacks…