Archive for February, 2009

Land’s End

February 28, 2009

Lazy lapping waves

            Languorous wet kisses.

 

Lights of shore

            Glimmering glittering sinuous

Parallel lines

            Converging on me.

 

Circle

            Within circle

                        Within circle

The water

            The rocks

                        The skeleton gazebo.

 

At the end

            Of a causeway breakwater.

At the end

            Of human reach.

 

The way here

            Full of pale glow

Reflecting light of shore

Orion brilliant

            Overhead

                        Ahead.

Leading me out

            Leading me on.

 

The way home

            Path of shadow

Betwixt

            Shimmering seas.

The Great(ness) Game

February 24, 2009

Perhaps you have read David Orr’s recent essay in the New York Times Review of Books.  It is called “The Great(ness) Game“.  He asks the question:  “What will we do when Ashbery and his generation are gone? Because for the first time since the early 19th century, American poetry may be about to run out of greatness.”

I found the whole article silly. David Orr did prove that you could write a shallow, ill-informed article while sounding convincingly erudite.  As for the great poets he lists Emily Dickinson.  Well how many people read a single poem of hers before she died?  Then how would some elite arbiter of culture writing in 1880 have ever considered this recluse whose poems were never in style in her life, a great poet?  He quotes William Carlos Williams, but ignores that Williams would despise the type of poetry that Orr calls great. 

Another of Orr’s gems:  “It would be a mistake to call today’s poetry world a transparent democracy (that whirring you hear is the sound of logs still busily being rolled), but it’s more democratic than it used to be — and far more middle class. It’s more of a guild now than a country club. ”  We obviously, Orr has never ventured to a Spoken Word event in a major city or considered that Rap could be poetry. Surely, there are alot of middle-class folks who are active readers or writers of poetry, but he might have a very different perspective if he ever stepped out of his comfort zone.

Finally Orr seems to have left inspiration out of the equation.  His “Great Poets” seem a crew of composers swinging consciously for a home run. 

Well at least one thing I liked about this article, it inspired me to write.  So here is my contribution to The Great(ness) Game.

The Great(ness) Game

 

The flow of words

            Ephemera

Transcendence

            For posterity poses not

 

Demos’ art

            Founded by illiterates

Saved by outcasts

            Staffed by misfits

Grab a discarded envelope

            Borrow, steal a pen

You are as well equipped

            As an MFA

As elite

            As an editor of Poetry Magazine

 

Look not

            In the Rearview

Only The Reaper

            Lies behind

Poetry, the eyes on fire

            The heavy pedal foot

Greatness

            The wreck left behind.

Grey Heron

February 15, 2009

Here is another Heron poem by my eight year old daughter, Abby.  You may recognized that it is referenced in my earlier poem Three Herons:

Grey Heron

 

Standing still on two feet

Waves washing over them

Grey

 

Baltimore Poetry & Spoken Word Calendar

February 4, 2009

Well I am blogging less and calendaring more.  I am now coordinating the Event Calendar and Newsletter for Poetry in Baltimore.  I am hoping to convince some other brave souls to work with me on this endeavor.  It is amazing how many events occur in Baltimore.  I am already over 65 events for February alone.  So go check it out.  You can send me new events or changes to daviddrager@poetryinbaltimore.com. Use the same email if you are interested in working with me on this exciting project. 

So now you have no excluse, come out to a reading or an open mic.  Try a new venue.  You will be glad you did.

The calendar:  http://www.google.com/calendar/embed?src=dwdrager%40comcast.net&ctz=America