Wednesday, March 16, 2011

free at last

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wouldn't ya know it, my nemesises at PoChiMag posted a note about my vanity volumes on their "Harriet" website,

and naturally they neglected to mention even in passing that all my books can be downloaded

FREE—

they "forgot" to note the most important aspect of my self-publishing activities,

which is the fact that
I GIVE MY FUCKING BOOKS AWAY FREE!!!

But of course they don't want anybody to know that, do they,

they and every other online poetry website do not want their readers to know that

I GIVE MY BOOKS AWAY FREE—

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As usual Poetry Magazine continues its vendetta against me,

continues to insult and denigrate me as they have done throughout my career—

I wouldn't expect anything else from them.

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Wednesday, March 9, 2011

edwin muir

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Edwin Muir's Collected Poems was published in 1965 (Oxford U. Press)—

with a preface by T. S. Eliot, which ends by noting

"that great, that terrifying poem of the 'atomic age'—
The Horses."

That 'atomic age' seems quaint, but the Times Book Review this past Sunday quotes a new book claiming that even a limited nuclear war in the mideast would cause the famine death of hundreds of millions of people around the globe. I wonder if Colonel Ghaddafi is reading Muir this morning.

Midway in the book (p. 142) is this sonnet:

THE RIDER VICTORY

The rider Victory reins his horse
Midway across the empty bridge
As if head-tall he had met a wall.
Yet there was nothing there at all,
No bodiless barrier, ghostly ridge
To check the charger in his course
So suddenly, you'd think he'd fall.

Suspended, horse and rider stare
Leaping on air and legendary.
In front the waiting kingdom lies,
The bridge and all the roads are free;
But halted in implacable air
Rider and horse with stony eyes
Uprear their motionless statuary.

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Monday, March 7, 2011

alessandrelli

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these poems seem interesting to me:

http://www.octopusmagazine.com/issue14/alessandrelli.htm

...

though I have questions:

are they a sequence? or separate poems?

and why are the poems so disparate in form?

since the tone, the voice is the same throughout (consistent) why the warping shapes?

maybe the poet is struggling against his consistency—

i.e. his content.

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