I have readings in Gainesville (14th) and Tallahassee (16th), Florida, next week, and one in Hamilton, Ontario (23rd), the following week. Find the details on my Event Page! Please come if you are near, and—near or far—spread the word to your friends and family.
Originally posted on Jamie Dedes' THE POET BY DAY Webzine:
“That some of those labelled as enemies have crossed the lines to offer condolences at the mourning tents; that the mourning families spoke to each other as parents and cried on each others’ shoulders; that we cried for…
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Short poem and art—a cold and wet egret. I could say I have no egrets, but it wouldn’t be true.
“Her (dis)like of poetry showed through
her pure contempt while reading it.…” —poem on Marianne Moore’s “Poetry.”
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The poem has four stanzas of 9 lines each, for 36 lines (double 18), not counting the epigrams from Genet. Each line has 9 syllables. The total number of syllables is 324, plus the 36 lines, equals 360—the number of degrees in a circle. Chai, Hebrew for life, equals 18 according to gematria. So, 36 lines, double 18, is double life.
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