As the sun was setting outside our hospital room and the four of us were sharing a moment of contentedness I had a moment to look up some relevant poetry on my Poetry.org app (which I highly recommend if your the app using type). I read them aloud but it was hard to get through [...]
Posted on March 5th, 2011 by J.E.
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VIII The annals say: when the monks of Clonmacnoise Were all at prayers inside the oratory A ship appeared above them in the air. The anchor dragged along behind so deep It hooked itself into the altar rails And then, as the big hull rocked to a standstill, A crewman shinned and grappled down the [...]
Posted on June 26th, 2010 by Ned
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As it happens, the audio poem of the day at poetryfoundation.org is by Tony Hoagland. Romantic
Posted on February 12th, 2010 by J.E.
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Remember the Hollow Men shared poetry with one another? Why did we stop? Here’s one I clipped from the New Yorker and tacked to the studio wall a while ago.
Posted on February 6th, 2010 by J.E.
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It’s been some time since the last poetry post. In the spirit of Ned sharing his excellent paintings, I thought I would share a recent poem of mine. BURNING STUBBLE There are many ways to become unexceptional. A field a field a field a road a field a field on fire. And you in a [...]
Posted on August 28th, 2007 by Shotts
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We got a post card from Finishing Line Press (www.finishinglinepress.com) that announced the publication of John Estes’ (Jennifer’s husband) first book of poetry. You can find it in the new releases section on the website. I’d be interested to hear what you know about the press, Shotts. I’m going to order a copy. I’d also [...]
Posted on August 4th, 2007 by Ned
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So here I am at the McPherson Public Library buzzing on coffee from the Main St. Deli. Now seems like an appropriate time to post Marlon Brando reading “The Hollow Men.” Enjoy if you dare.
Posted on May 25th, 2007 by J.E.
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Before National Poetry Month wanes entirely, here is another spring poem. This one is by D.A. Powell, author of Tea, Lunch, and Cocktails. sprig of lilac —for Haines Eason in a week you could watch me crumble to smut: spent hues spent perfumes. dust upon the lapel where a moment I rested yes, the moths [...]
Posted on April 25th, 2007 by Shotts
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It IS National Poetry Month, so I shouldn’t let it get away without a current Poetry Post. This one from fellow Kansan Albert Goldbarth, who teaches at Wichita State University and who is the only poet to have twice won the National Book Critics Circle Award in Poetry. This poem is from the “new” section [...]
Posted on April 14th, 2007 by Shotts
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A necessary poem from William Carlos Williams for our first weekend of spring. –Shotts Spring and All By the road to the contagious hospital under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast-a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy fields brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen patches of standing [...]
Posted on March 23rd, 2007 by Shotts
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Two poems for you this Saint Patrick’s Day weekend. The first from Seamus Heaney, his ars poetica. The second from Nuala Ni Dhomhnaill, about her decision to write in the Irish language, followed by an English translation by Paul Muldoon. Slainte! –Shotts Personal Helicon for Michael Longley As a child, they could not keep [...]
Posted on March 16th, 2007 by Shotts
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Here’s a brief poem by one of my teachers, Mary Jo Bang. –Shotts The Cruel Wheel Turns Twice And tightens until language can’t bear this Hollowing, crash cart, Please. In the silence, A bus slithers by A din. The aluminium morning moves like a train, A metal rod Exiting a tunnel, dropped in a gate [...]
Posted on March 8th, 2007 by Shotts
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Here’s a poetry post for Valentine’s Day. I recommend this one to give or read to your respective loves. Sadly, my beloved is in India for work, so we’re celebrating, as we can, from afar. I’ll be somewhere with a Guinness, remembering Galway… Here’s to all of you and yours. –Shotts Sonnet XVII by Pablo [...]
Posted on February 14th, 2007 by Shotts
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Here’s a poem by Carl Phillips, one that I’ve especially admired, from his book The Rest of Love. -Shotts Custom There is a difference it used to make, seeing three swans in this versus four in that quadrant of sky. I am not imagining. It was very large, as its effects were. Declarations of war, [...]
Posted on February 3rd, 2007 by Shotts
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Just back from a tremendous week in the Caribbean. By way of a Poetry Post, here’s a review of a new book on T. S. Eliot that seems relevant and interesting. The idea of “the buried life” seems central to Eliot–perhaps, in some ways, to all of us in the Hollow Men. –Shotts Books of [...]
Posted on January 21st, 2007 by Shotts
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