tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post5179390107750454487..comments2024-03-27T21:47:38.050-07:00Comments on stevereads: Poetry Class!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-22159710632226229632009-01-21T19:30:00.000-08:002009-01-21T19:30:00.000-08:00Your poor dead ears. FWYour poor dead ears. FWAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-8502335779157251582009-01-16T17:52:00.000-08:002009-01-16T17:52:00.000-08:00So Steve, where's your obit on Ricardo Montalban?So Steve, where's your obit on Ricardo Montalban?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-27454046787844900902009-01-16T06:38:00.000-08:002009-01-16T06:38:00.000-08:00He IS sighing somewhere, I'm sure, while all this ...He IS sighing somewhere, I'm sure, while all this poetical speculation is going on ... a chapbook on 'Miami Vice'! I'd never have thought of it in a million years, and yet I see the quirky appeal of it ...stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00411174345391126343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-77557787780256291122009-01-15T23:25:00.000-08:002009-01-15T23:25:00.000-08:00I like to read the poem while playing a soothing l...I like to read the poem while playing a soothing loop of John Cotter's sighs in my mind, like wind rustling through the leaves, or waves breaking on the shore.Kevinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00289597293731183865noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-62673523984781371112009-01-15T22:27:00.000-08:002009-01-15T22:27:00.000-08:00I think Sam just blew my mind...I think Sam just blew my mind...julesrules3114https://www.blogger.com/profile/16363079699296062430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-74456049592225051832009-01-15T21:39:00.000-08:002009-01-15T21:39:00.000-08:00I think this is a rather sweet poem, but as with s...I think this is a rather sweet poem, but as with so so so so much stuff I read in periodicals and elsewhere, I wonder if the line breaks aren't completely arbitrary--just there to make the thing LOOK poem-y. There's definitely a mellifluousness to these verses, I can hear that, but still, is there any actual stanzic order to it? Is there any reason isn't shouldn't look like this:<BR/><BR/>If I had to look up every fifth of sixth word, so what. I looked them up. I had nowhere important to be. My father was unavailable, and my mother looked like she was about to break, and not into blossom, every time I spoke.<BR/><BR/>My favorite was the Iliad. True, I had trouble pronouncing the names, but when was I going to pronounce them, and to whom? My stepfather maybe? Number one, he could barely speak English; two, he had sufficient intent to smirk and knock me down without any prompting from me.<BR/><BR/>Loneliness, boredom and terror<BR/>my motivation fiercely fuelled. I get down on my knees and thank God for them. Du Fu, the Psalms, Whitman, Rilke. Life has taught me<BR/>to understand books.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com