texts that change the conscious parameters of literature, both for readers and writers. from a different angle than these, r.p. blackmur adds: 'poetry: [is] ...language so twisted and posed in a form that...it adds to the stock of available reality.' formerly edited by peter ganick. send texts to Volodymyr Bilyk at email@example.com for consideration...
Tuesday, May 17, 2022
Michael H. Brownstein - A LANGUAGE OF SILENCE
Tuesday, May 10, 2022
Jim Meirose - Daytime Star? Daytime Star
A rage abreacted muscular, ok, big ire-banded quack banger ol' bins side thug utility trailer, walked worn grass tailers, place we circus tent would go up.
Wide smile ay sea face, as walked past bp ores going up.
Nodded, smiled, greeted each passing stag; clear voice, aid, open face, read edge—huge yellow tent. Ying spread ground, spoke installed white short side.
Rage Friendly swung quack banger up. Stake wit crack. Quack banger swung.
Was 'n friend?
Tuesday, May 3, 2022
Geoffrey Heptonstall - Two Poems
1. HOMEWARD WE REMEMBER
OTHER LIVES ARE
out there when we are seeking
that may serve to remind readers of the future.
In other words we may speak
of picturing the world
in plain sight.
In cool air
Among the memorials
When spirits rise
the cattle move toward fresh pasture.
They take their time in diverse tongues before an indifferent world. Something happened here. A voice was heard. In the murmuring of the tomb land came the calming words in anguish against invidia of the hearing denied.
‘I will be heard.’ is softly spoken. After Babel there is more to be said.
READING IS REMEMBERING lament may come readily to mind
as homeward we think of things. WHEN WE IMAGINE THE FALL,
We had been talking of that untimely moment
of the style and the man. WE NAME AS NEVERMORE..
His reading of life was restless, heroic, so with her otherness,
an aesthetic of action. Chatelaine of this fabled world,
writing for her
was a prelude to combat…
Her song was stilled
when the hope against oblivion. accepted darkness…
OTHER LIVES ARE WORDS UNWRITTEN. READING IS REMEMBERING WHEN WE IMAGINE THE FALL WE NAME AS NEVERMORE
2. THE DOG THAT HOWLED ALL NIGHT
What does not change is the will to change Charles Olson
Of a possible election:
then in the sight of darkness a lantern light
moving to close of day above all the armadillos
from the vantage tower in celestial time chiming…
Of the harvest angel
scattering our marvels
at the sight of disaster naming where the stones
keep silence on vacant ground
when fate may seem indifferent though this life is familiar…
Of a lyrical persuasion:
invisible in the ruins
too late to save the spirit
that blessed the city opening
to the world’s worst
And in there hearing the dog that howled all night…