Saturday Night by Alicia Ostriker : The Poetry Foundation [poem] : Find Poems and Poets. Discover Poetry.
march 2011 by petrichor
The creatures gamble on the whirl of life
And every adolescent body hot
Enough to sweat it out on the dance floor
Is a laboratory: maybe this lipstick, these boots,
These jeans, these earrings, maybe if I flip
My hair and vibrate my pelvis
Exactly synched to the band’s wildfire noise
That imitates history’s catastrophe
Nuke for nuke, maybe I’ll survive,
Maybe we’ll all survive. . . .
poetry
saturday
youth
teenagers
dance
inspiration
life
joy
And every adolescent body hot
Enough to sweat it out on the dance floor
Is a laboratory: maybe this lipstick, these boots,
These jeans, these earrings, maybe if I flip
My hair and vibrate my pelvis
Exactly synched to the band’s wildfire noise
That imitates history’s catastrophe
Nuke for nuke, maybe I’ll survive,
Maybe we’ll all survive. . . .
march 2011 by petrichor
Crossing Brooklyn Ferry, W. Whitman
march 2011 by petrichor
Lived the same life with the rest, the same old laughing, gnawing, sleeping,
83Play'd the part that still looks back on the actor or actress,
84The same old role, the role that is what we make it, as great as we like,
85Or as small as we like, or both great and small.
Walt.Whitman
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Brooklyn
Ferry
NYC
83Play'd the part that still looks back on the actor or actress,
84The same old role, the role that is what we make it, as great as we like,
85Or as small as we like, or both great and small.
march 2011 by petrichor
moving < Killing the Buddha
september 2010 by petrichor
I learned that a Bhakti yogi enters a room full of people and methodically moves this thing up and down—by telling stories and getting everyone to speak in unison and chant and sing—it’s like an invisible barometer he’s affecting: the quality of people’s togetherness in the room. That’s the bhav. I felt now that that was my job, to move it.
I’m also saying that a life has a bhav. A day has one. A poem is charting that. Perhaps giving the sweetest documentation of what anything is ever becoming. So a book of poems for instance over a short period of time, a year or two explains the bhav of that period and the poet approaches the explanation through form, she invents one that is most economically true to how reality occurred to her at that time.
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nyc
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toread
I’m also saying that a life has a bhav. A day has one. A poem is charting that. Perhaps giving the sweetest documentation of what anything is ever becoming. So a book of poems for instance over a short period of time, a year or two explains the bhav of that period and the poet approaches the explanation through form, she invents one that is most economically true to how reality occurred to her at that time.
september 2010 by petrichor
Because It's Friday... - Ta-Nehisi Coates
october 2009 by petrichor
Perhaps
a wind is freshening the grass,
and he can see now, as for the first time,
the softness of the air between the blades. The pleasure
built into a single bending leaf.
poetry
poem
atlantic
blog
Ta-Nehisi
Coates
Sweet
Ruin
hoagland
family
a wind is freshening the grass,
and he can see now, as for the first time,
the softness of the air between the blades. The pleasure
built into a single bending leaf.
october 2009 by petrichor
Auden: "The Shield of Achilles"
october 2009 by petrichor
Out of the air a voice without a face / Proved by statistics that some cause was just / In tones as dry and level as the place: / No one was cheered and nothing was discussed; ' Column by column in a cloud of dust / They marched away enduring a belief / Whose logic brought them, somewhere else, to grief.
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war
currentsituation
october 2009 by petrichor
The Triumph of Life (The Walk-On of James O. Incandenza, Part I) « Infinite Tasks, Infinite Summers, & Philosophy
september 2009 by petrichor
the wondrous story / How all things are transfigured except Love;
Amidst the failures of the ages, the breaking of backs and the lives ground to dust, the misrepresentations and abuses of emperors and philosophers, Love is the unconquerable spirit that helps to arm all heroic figures, and is a buttress against the depredations of life. This is a swell thought for those seeking an escape from the too-limiting, hyper-self-conscious narratives of postmodern fiction; Shelley’s romanticism comes without any of the putridity of sentimentalism, but nevertheless holds out a human heart which can still experience bereavement, sorrow, and a magnificent opposition to decay and death.
poetry
poem
Shelley
ij
infinitejest
infinitesummer
dfw
davidfosterwallace
InfiniteTasks
Amidst the failures of the ages, the breaking of backs and the lives ground to dust, the misrepresentations and abuses of emperors and philosophers, Love is the unconquerable spirit that helps to arm all heroic figures, and is a buttress against the depredations of life. This is a swell thought for those seeking an escape from the too-limiting, hyper-self-conscious narratives of postmodern fiction; Shelley’s romanticism comes without any of the putridity of sentimentalism, but nevertheless holds out a human heart which can still experience bereavement, sorrow, and a magnificent opposition to decay and death.
september 2009 by petrichor
Remembering Joan Abse
august 2009 by petrichor
Green on thy finger a grass blade curled,
so with this ring I thee wed, I thee wed,
and send our love to the loveless world
of all the living and all the dead.
Now, no more than vulnerable human,
we, more than one, less than two,
are nearly ourselves in a barley field -
and only love is the rent that's due
though the bailiffs of time return anew
to all the living but not the dead.
poem
poetry
Epithalamion
wedding
Abse
so with this ring I thee wed, I thee wed,
and send our love to the loveless world
of all the living and all the dead.
Now, no more than vulnerable human,
we, more than one, less than two,
are nearly ourselves in a barley field -
and only love is the rent that's due
though the bailiffs of time return anew
to all the living but not the dead.
august 2009 by petrichor
Bookslut | The Importance of Being Iceland: Travel Essays in Art by Eileen Myles
august 2009 by petrichor
I hope you all find yourself sleeping with someone you love, maybe not all of the time, but a lot of the time. The touch of a foot in the night is sincere. I hope you like your work, I hope there’s mystery and poetry in your life—not even poems, but patterns. I hope you can see them. Often these patterns will wake you up, and you will know that you are alive, again and again.
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Iceland
essay
foreign
lyric
book
review
shiny
august 2009 by petrichor
‘Satisfy Your Soul and Let the Good Times Roll’ « Room 26 Cabinet of Curiosities
june 2009 by petrichor
Rent party cards from the Langston Hughes Papers
LangstonHughes
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history
typophile
Room26
gallery
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june 2009 by petrichor
Czesław Miłosz - Wikiquote
june 2009 by petrichor
Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.
Do not follow those who lie in contempt of reality.
Let your lie be even more logical than the truth itself,
So the weary travelers may find repose in the lie.
* "Child of Europe" (1946), trans. Jan Darowski
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poland
poetry
Czeslaw
Milosz
quote
wiki
Do not follow those who lie in contempt of reality.
Let your lie be even more logical than the truth itself,
So the weary travelers may find repose in the lie.
* "Child of Europe" (1946), trans. Jan Darowski
june 2009 by petrichor
The First Marriage - Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More
june 2009 by petrichor
in a lost language in a clearing too far from here a prophet or a prophetess intoned to the lovers who knelt with their hearts cresting like the unnamed ocean thinking This is true thinking they will never be alone again though planets slip their tracks and fish desert the sea repeating those magic sounds meaning I do on this stone below this tree before these friends yes in body and word my darkdream my sunsong yes I do I do
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wedding
Meinke
june 2009 by petrichor
David Drummond | covers: Pure Product
june 2009 by petrichor
From the poem Thingness
“the necessary tubing
that defines
the nothing blowing
thru ducts.”
poetry
bookdesign
bookcover
design
designer
gallery
graphicdesign
DavidDrummond
inspiration
“the necessary tubing
that defines
the nothing blowing
thru ducts.”
june 2009 by petrichor
Threepenny: McDonough, Accident
june 2009 by petrichor
We saw this while
we were yelling, and then we were stuck.
poetry
boston
poem
threepenny
review
accident
McDonough
we were yelling, and then we were stuck.
june 2009 by petrichor
Crowning: Poetry: The New Yorker
april 2009 by petrichor
Now that knowing means nothing,
now that you are more born
than being, more awake
than awaited
poetry
newyorker
birth
newborn
spring
joy
recommended
poem
young
mother
father
family
now that you are more born
than being, more awake
than awaited
april 2009 by petrichor
The City by C.P. Cavafy | 3quarksdaily
april 2009 by petrichor
You will find no new lands, you will find no other seas.
The city will follow you. You will roam the same
streets. And you will age in the same neighborhoods;
and you will grow gray in these same houses.
Always you will arrive in this city. Do not hope for any other—
There is no ship for you, there is no road.
poetry
poem
Cavafy
3QD
city
recommended
joy
currentsituation
The city will follow you. You will roam the same
streets. And you will age in the same neighborhoods;
and you will grow gray in these same houses.
Always you will arrive in this city. Do not hope for any other—
There is no ship for you, there is no road.
april 2009 by petrichor
Op-Ed Contributor - The Passover Song - NYTimes.com
april 2009 by petrichor
Even the dream of returning to Zion as “our mouths swell with laughter, and our tongues are overspread with songs of joy,” will take us to a country of walls and war. It is nice then to come away from the translation feeling that the Haggadah is as focused on promise as it is on rescue. As the psalm, from which the above line is taken, ends,
For those that sow with tears, with joy will reap.
Walks-on the walker crying, bearing the sack of seed;
then comes the comer, rejoicing, carrying his sheaves.
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NathanEnglander
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For those that sow with tears, with joy will reap.
Walks-on the walker crying, bearing the sack of seed;
then comes the comer, rejoicing, carrying his sheaves.
april 2009 by petrichor
National Poetry Month, the Reader's Den, and You | New York Public Library
april 2009 by petrichor
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charact'ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance . . .
poetry
poem
nypl
blog
keats
book
reading
history
language
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charact'ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance . . .
april 2009 by petrichor
Hum - Ann Lauterbach
march 2009 by petrichor
The days are beautiful
The days are beautiful.
I know what days are.
nyc
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newyork
currentsituation
recommended
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war
yawp
rain
poem
hum
AnnLauterbach
Lauterbach
The days are beautiful.
I know what days are.
march 2009 by petrichor
Asphodel, That Greeny Flower [excerpt]
march 2009 by petrichor
A thousand tropics in an apple blossom. The generous earth itself gave us lief. The whole world became my garden! But the sea which no one tends is also a garden when the sun strikes it and the waves are wakened. I have seen it and so have you when it puts all flowers to shame.
poetry
love
poem
williamcarloswilliams
asphodel
march 2009 by petrichor
O blush not so! O blush not so - Wikisource
march 2009 by petrichor
There’s a blush for won’t, and a blush for shan’t,
And a blush for having done it;
There’s a blush for thought, and a blush for nought,
And a blush for just begun it.
poetry
wiki
keats
poem
blush
Romantic
And a blush for having done it;
There’s a blush for thought, and a blush for nought,
And a blush for just begun it.
march 2009 by petrichor
Ship Advancing in the Fog | clivejames.com
february 2009 by petrichor
I stood outside the door
and listened to a cargo ship approach,
forge its way past sleeping houses
and muffled street-lights,
and I was strangely calm -
poetry
poem
CliveJames
Kassabova
ship
fog
and listened to a cargo ship approach,
forge its way past sleeping houses
and muffled street-lights,
and I was strangely calm -
february 2009 by petrichor
Flaming Daredevils on Valentine’s Day - Wordplay Blog - NYTimes.com
february 2009 by petrichor
CROSSWORDS
If only marriages were more like these,
One hundred little clues for men and wives
That lead (if we are smart) with relative ease
To the bottom right-hand corners of our lives.
Alas, when I am down you’re sometimes cross,
My little white squares run into your black.
At other times it’s me who’s at a loss
For soothing words, and you who feels their lack.
Sometimes we put down words before we think
And later find they cannot be erased.
We write them not with pencils but in ink
And in that way the grid becomes defaced.
But nonetheless, I’ll love you, my dear wife,
Till the bottom right-hand corner of my life.
nytimes
poetry
love
crossword
shortz
krozel
proposal
valentine
If only marriages were more like these,
One hundred little clues for men and wives
That lead (if we are smart) with relative ease
To the bottom right-hand corners of our lives.
Alas, when I am down you’re sometimes cross,
My little white squares run into your black.
At other times it’s me who’s at a loss
For soothing words, and you who feels their lack.
Sometimes we put down words before we think
And later find they cannot be erased.
We write them not with pencils but in ink
And in that way the grid becomes defaced.
But nonetheless, I’ll love you, my dear wife,
Till the bottom right-hand corner of my life.
february 2009 by petrichor
McNally Jackson Books | mcnallyjackson.com
february 2009 by petrichor
Look at that bird over there. After dinner, wash the dishes. Visit foreign countries, except those whose inhabitants have expressed a desire to kill you. Don't expect your children to love you, so they can, if they want. Don't think that progress exists. It doesn't. Walk upstairs.
blog
howto
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mcnallyjackson
Padgett
perfect
february 2009 by petrichor
Praise Song for the Day | Inaugural Poem
january 2009 by petrichor
Praise song for every hand-lettered sign,
the figuring-it-out at kitchen tables.
nytimes
typography
inspiration
history
obama
poetry
future
2009
poem
inauguration
elizabeth
alexander
the figuring-it-out at kitchen tables.
january 2009 by petrichor
TS Eliot prize 2008: Lit Windows by Glyn Maxwell | Books | guardian.co.uk
january 2009 by petrichor
I don't have what I have from reading books
but stopping by your homes
to see these sights
england
foreign
newspaper
2008
poetry
Windows
light
glynmaxwell
but stopping by your homes
to see these sights
january 2009 by petrichor
A Display of Mackerel by Mark Doty : Poetry Foundation
january 2009 by petrichor
Suppose we could iridesce,
like these, and lose ourselves
entirely in the universe
of shimmer—would you want
to be yourself only,
unduplicatable, doomed
to be lost? They’d prefer,
plainly, to be flashing participants,
multitudinous. Even now
they seem to be bolting
forward, heedless of stasis.
poetry
mark
fish
Doty
mackerel
like these, and lose ourselves
entirely in the universe
of shimmer—would you want
to be yourself only,
unduplicatable, doomed
to be lost? They’d prefer,
plainly, to be flashing participants,
multitudinous. Even now
they seem to be bolting
forward, heedless of stasis.
january 2009 by petrichor
Anonymous Letter: The Book Bench: Online Only: The New Yorker
january 2009 by petrichor
The one of a kind, the singular, like my dear lover, cannot last.
And yet the collective life, which is also us, shimmers on.
Wise words, and, in that brave stroke poets have, signed.
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history
health
gay
poetry
medicine
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Doty
AIDS
And yet the collective life, which is also us, shimmers on.
Wise words, and, in that brave stroke poets have, signed.
january 2009 by petrichor
Gotham Book Mart Holdings Are Given to Penn - City Room Blog - NYTimes.com
january 2009 by petrichor
The store’s workers had never finished unpacking the books from the 2004 move. (Ouch.)
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history
poetry
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pennsylvania
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brown
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Andreas
AndreasBrown
january 2009 by petrichor
My Collecting thoughts | Readerville Journal
january 2009 by petrichor
There is no other more purely American book than this. It is a celebration, pure and simple. It doesn’t read like poetry (or at least not like most people think of poetry). It is, instead, downright joyful, almost out of control in its exuberance. Reading this book should make you happy and you should keep a copy open somewhere in the house and read a few lines every time you happen to pass by it. This is reason enough to get one of those waist-high bookstands. -Fred Ramey on Leaves of Grass
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joy
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yawp
Shakespeare
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january 2009 by petrichor
Journal—ism | The Boston Globe
december 2008 by petrichor
List of literary journals worth reading and why.
literature
poetry
reference
2008
writing
university
list
ficiton
journal
bostonglobe
december 2008 by petrichor
Jet by Tony Hoagland
december 2008 by petrichor
We gaze into the night as if remembering the bright unbroken planet we once came from, to which we will never be permitted to return. We are amazed how hurt we are. We would give anything for what we have.
poetry
jet
hoagland
recommended
summer
space
december 2008 by petrichor
Beauty of Soul: Oscar Wilde & Anton Chekhov by Stephen Fry
december 2008 by petrichor
A paradox is that it seems harder to penetrate one’s own mind, participate in one’s own experience and discover one’s own feelings than those of another. You might find it easier genuinely to imagine what it is to be a Guatemalan coffee grower or a Siberian oil-pipe welder, really to see the world as they see it, smell it, understand it and experience it, than to imagine what is like to be yourself, the reader of this sentence, the owner of your own eyes and personality. But that’s a whole nother question and you haven’t bustled out of the cold real world and into the warm glow of my cosy cyber cabin just to be regaled by improbable verbal surds and untenable ontological curlicues. And if you have, you’re silly and must stop it right now please.
stephen
fry
stephenfry
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wilde
chekhov
poetry
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fantasy
fairytale
stories
fiction
yawp
joy
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russia
history
december 2008 by petrichor
Be Drunk - Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More
november 2008 by petrichor
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."
poetry
baudelaire
drunk
november 2008 by petrichor
In Memory of W. B. Yeats - Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More
november 2008 by petrichor
With the farming of a verse Make a vineyard of the curse, Sing of human unsuccess In a rapture of distress; In the deserts of the heart Let the healing fountain start, In the prison of his days Teach the free man how to praise.
poetry
yeats
auden
memory
november 2008 by petrichor
Op-Ed Contributor - Election Day Poem - Election Day - NYTimes.com
november 2008 by petrichor
She won’t know anything but threats and trends
Until, again in the dark, but midnight’s now,
She can sense what hope the numbers will allow,
And what you get when you smear or overspend.
She will sit and stare at charts on CNN.
(But aren’t we redeemed by what they cannot show?
The struggle in each restless heart to know
The terms on which the nation’s fate depends.)
McClatchy
poem
election
day
nytimes
2008
vote
obama
recommended
yawp
joy
chipkidd
poetry
Until, again in the dark, but midnight’s now,
She can sense what hope the numbers will allow,
And what you get when you smear or overspend.
She will sit and stare at charts on CNN.
(But aren’t we redeemed by what they cannot show?
The struggle in each restless heart to know
The terms on which the nation’s fate depends.)
november 2008 by petrichor
Poem - by Robin Robertson for Granta 101
april 2008 by petrichor
Look closely at these snapshots, all this Kodacolor going to blue, and you’ll start to notice. When you finally see me, you’ll see me everywhere
poetry
joy
photography
granta
2008
april 2008 by petrichor
Agents & Editors: A Q&A With Editor Pat Strachan
april 2008 by petrichor
The second teacher was a high school English teacher, Miss Andrews, who was a fanatic about literature and especially Moby-Dick. There was a harpoon over her desk.
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interview
publishing
editor
strachan
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nyc
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design
illustration
april 2008 by petrichor
Fast Company: Books: The New Yorker
april 2008 by petrichor
Ashbery recalls Kenneth Koch’s wondering, before either of them met him, “I wonder what it would be like to know O’Hara.”
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o'hara
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reading
essay
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april 2008 by petrichor
Vroman's Bookstore: Second Poem of the Day
april 2008 by petrichor
Give me back my father walking the halls of Wertheimer Box and Paper Company
poetry
blog
recommended
joy
tehwin
april 2008 by petrichor
John Donne - Wikiquote
april 2008 by petrichor
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.
poetry
wiki
donne
john
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.
april 2008 by petrichor
Brit Lit Blogs
march 2008 by petrichor
Does what it says on the tin.
blog
reading
book
publishing
foreign
England
Web2.0
literature
poetry
march 2008 by petrichor
Old School Odes: One Of The Devil's Own Nights
march 2008 by petrichor
It is often said that New York is a city for only the very rich and the very poor. It is less often said that New York is also, at least for those of us who came there from somewhere else, a city only for the very young. — Joan Didion
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