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As I sat on the brick stoop reading the words, I felt a strange certainty, as if I were falling. I was hearing someone actually articulate a space for uncertainty, melancholy, and suffering that sounded current, electric. This kind of thinking is what I wanted.
Result Type
- What Sparks Poetry
Feature Date
- February 17, 2020
Rainer Maria Rilke (translated from the German by Edward Snow)
I can see that the storms are coming
by the trees, which out of stale lukewarm days
beat against my anxious windows,
and I can hear the distances say things
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- February 17, 2020
Jeff Kass
Sent down a student clearly unprepared
to schlep seven pizzas (including one gluten-free)
upstairs to the classroom, so I did it for him, an extra
ten minutes of my time while another customer’s
delivery camped in the car, and I don’t know what
kind of class it was, possibly marketing, something
in the how-to-make-money-by-lying-to-people genre.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- February 16, 2020
Anthony Anaxagorou
so gently
have the children
been washed
& scented
with lavender.
against their will.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- February 15, 2020
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- February 14, 2020
Hasan Alizadeh (translated from the Persian by Rebecca Ruth Gould & Kayvan Tahmasebian)
Nights when you fall in love with her again,
when the seabird is gone.
A chair,
unpleasantly the colour of bones...
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- February 13, 2020
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- February 12, 2020
Rick Barot
I have this notion that if you live long enough,
there are three or four great stories that you will have in your life.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- February 11, 2020
Even before I knew how or why, this blurring of selves (and of borders between body, self and world) was to provide one of the most formative and constant resonances in my own life and poetry. Tzara's "I" is as fluid, elusive and plural as mine is.
Result Type
- What Sparks Poetry
Feature Date
- February 10, 2020
Tristan Tzara (translated from the French by Mary Ann Caws)
I am a horse I am a river
I go on clumsily nevertheless I live
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- February 10, 2020
