Because You Asked about the Line Between Prose and Poetry by Howard Nemerov from “Sentences” Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle That while you watched turned to pieces of snow Riding a gradient invisible From silver aslant to random, white, and slow. There came a moment that you couldn’t tell. And then they clearly…
“Beneath the poetry of the texts, there is the actual poetry, without form and without text.” –Antonin Artaud, poet, essayist, playwright, actor & director
When Mary Oliver read in St. Louis at Art & Soul Cafe, Christ Church Cathedral in December 8th at 1210 Locust Street, downtown, a group of 200 hushed Mary Oliver fans gathered to hear her read. It was thrilling to be in her presence and in the assembly of her devotees. —JGR PRAYING by Mary…
Genie Keller, along with being a fine poet, is a longtime family friend. –JGR ___________________ DIRECTOR! by Genie Keller Within my heart, my very being, throbs the chords of endless music. In dreamy sections of my thoughts, my hands and arms direct the stream of notes. I am engulfed, my heart beats fast, I plunge…
Painting by Joseph Lamarque (see profile under Art Matters) Vladimir Nabokov’s poem was suggested by my friend Leigh Davidson as our poem of the day.–JGR Nabokov’s Butterflies: Unpublished and Uncollected Writings No, life is no quivering quandary! No, life is no quivering quandary! Here under the moon things are bright and dewy. We are the…
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers. This is the first stanza of one of my favorite poems “The Negro Speaks of Rivers,” by Langston Hughes (from The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes,…
My friend Stephanie Farrow, of Albuquerque, New Mexico, is our Poetry Editor for April. She writes: It’s April 1, which means it’s the first day of National Poetry Month—no fooling! Being a certified PL (Poetry Lover), I’m celebrating the occasion by selecting one poem to share every day this month. Some will be sad, some…