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Tag Archives: prose poetry
from “At Funchal” (Tomas Tranströmer)
“After dusk we go out. The dark powerful paw of the cape lies thrown out into the sea. We walk in swirls of human beings, we are cuffed around kindly, among soft tyrannies, everyone chatters excitedly in the foreign tongue. … Continue reading
Reading log- The World Doesn’t End: Prose Poems (Charles Simic)
As I wrote about a few years ago, Charles Simic is a poet that hip poets love to hate. But I returned to The World Doesn’t End anticipating a pleasurable read and I wasn’t disappointed. Simic is often labeled a … Continue reading
5.3 – untitled
You’re sitting long-legged on a stool in front of The Empornioum hawking 20-minute passes to sticky viewing rooms barely bigger than phone booths. Dream interpretation 101, right? But you’re good. You’ve got a patter so obvious—rip and run, look and … Continue reading
4.18 – Scorched Earth
In the end Medea appears, descending in the Sun God’s chariot, drawn by dragons, the same chariot in which Phaethon scorched and cracked the very earth where mortal Jason stands left with nothing, suffering on the hot sand of Medea’s … Continue reading
4.16 – Fool Me Once, Shame on Me; Fool Me Twice…
In fact, many species kill without need, not for protection, but for some kind of primitive pleasure and to satisfy a mindless, formless desire. It’s not just we the flat-toothed and clawless with our cumbersome clothing and disturbing knack for … Continue reading
4.14 – untitled
We’re in an obscenely tall black 4×4 pickup with no doors or lights. I’m driving with both hands knuckle-white on the wheel. We’re going up one side and down the other of each in an endless series of snow-covered, ice-burdened … Continue reading
Posted in Poem a Day
Tagged flash fiction, pad, poetry, prose, prose poetry, Writing
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4.5 – Okinawa Churaumi Aquarium
There’s a whale shark that’s mostly shadow and moves like a storm, threatening and retreating, and eels doodling like a dirty finger drawing on the other side of the acrylic glass, and gaudy fish dollops of cast-off colors too bright … Continue reading
Prose Poetry
[image/poem by CURSIVEBUILDINGS] At the opposite end of the poetry spectrum (granting the weakness of the metaphor) from the avant-garde and experimental faction– but in their own way embodying a similar inquiry into just what poems are– lies prose poetry. … Continue reading
Posted in Art & Life & Politics
Tagged charles baudelaire, eric pankey, gbg, napomo, pierre reverdy, poems, prose poetry, robert hass, russell edson
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"Messenger of Tyranny" (Pierre Reverdy)
[photo by Gavatron] “Messenger of Tyranny” He spits sparks on the night, cinders, love, lightning, broken wings, hate, stars and gold coins which hasten away. He sighs of remorse on the night. At the breath of silence, he grapples with … Continue reading