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
Riehlife National Poetry Month Editor Stephanie Farrow writes: Dear Friends, It has been such a treat to share poetry during this past month. Thank you all for participating! Because today is the last day, I’d thought initially that the final poem should be deep and meaningful, inscrutable perhaps and profound—something along the lines of what…
There’s lots of great poet participation going on over at Poetic Asides blog. Robert provides a poem and poetry prompt each day in April for National Poetry Month.
Adele Richter, Eden Maxwell’s mother, wrote “A Child’s Regret” in 1976. It’s timeless and universal. I met Eden Maxwell in 2008 when I read and reviewed The Artist Empowered:Define and Establish Your Value as an Artist. Eden’s book contains everything needed to sustain creativity over a lifetime. He is a man of soul intent on…
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer is a word woman of the finest caliber. On Ryezome, a delicate on-line tracery of her poem-a-day practice, you’ll find accessible well-crafted poems that will make a difference in how you view your life. Susan Tweit introduces her as a favorite poet of real life. Of those who think of themselves as…
Nana Amoako Agyeman is a good friend with a keen mind and adventurous, staunch heart. He knows the art of conversation and the art of bringing people together to put ideals into action. Nana has a whirl of projects going. The Sankofa Fund is a grassroots development project. Village Rainbows: Words from Africa – the…
Pelicans were part of my lyric life in Northern California as Daniel and I paddled round the small peninsula on Clear Lake in our kayaks and there, they are! A cloud of squawking white swirling and settling on the water. I see a blur of pelicans this morning, looking over my shoulder, as I drive…