Just now I sat at my kitchen table, eating saag paneer and yogurt and sauteed carrots and reading a book of poems. Flipping through the book of poems, to be accurate, letting serendipity dictate which ones I ended up reading. A word here and there –ghost, twilight, firefly, road– the sort of word I’m inexorably … Continue reading "It is difficult to get the news from poems yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there"
Match (excerpt) – Brynn Saito You live in a house of sound and you live with a ghost. The one who stole your heart also lives in your heart so you cut it out with a carving knife and send it flying. You say sometimes you wake and wait for the god of loneliness to … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Brynn Saito
Forgetting Someone – Yehuda Amichai (tr. Chana Bloch and Stephen Mitchell) Forgetting someone is like forgetting to turn off the light in the backyard so it stays lit all the next day But then it is the light that makes you remember. — For more information on Yehuda Amichai, please click here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/yehuda-amichai — Facebook: … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Yehuda Amichai
The Violence of Violins – Paul Hostovsky It was in them, they would say. It was what they were, what they did. It was part of them, carved into them like an F hole, like a clef tattooed onto a biceps. And there was nothing you could say or do to change that. It was … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Paul Hostovsky
What was the first music you ever bought with your own money? Jerry Jeff Walker’s A Man Must Carry On, AND the Electric Light Orchestra’s Out of the Blue (a double LP). Both? That’s an interesting (a word which sounds better than wacko) combination. I don’t know if you could buy two more dissimilar albums, … Continue reading First Music: Electric Light Orchestra + Jerry Jeff Walker
First Winter in America – Gregory Djanikian I walked out into the January blizzard, my breath froze into small clouds, and ice was hanging from the trees. The dunes were dreamy animals; I heard shovels striking music. White eyelashes, white mittens, I thought I could become whatever I touched. A year before, in another language, … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Gregory Djanikian
What was the first music you remember buying? Michael Jackson, BAD. I was seven when it came out. I cannot tell you how I got the money, or where I bought it, but I know it was the first cassette tape I owned. What do you remember most about that particular tape? A few months … Continue reading First Music: Michael Jackson, BAD
Paper Birds – Julia Koets Moths must tire of sleeping near the ceiling. All that waiting for their wings to match color that changes where wall folds to eave. This afternoon I found her at the table, asleep amongst paper, delicate as dreams, elaborate birds made of folding, made for our ceiling. I try unfolding … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Julia Koets