Tag: Poetry
How love, Warriors basketball and poetry brought Tom Meschery back
SACRAMENTO, Calif. — The poet has been upstairs in his office, tapping at the keyboard on various projects. Most of his mornings begin this way … so much work to do. Some days he tends to his blog, and on other days he tidies up his memoir that is nearing publication. Or he may put the finishing touches on another of his mystery novels. And of course, his poetry. There is always his poetry.
Much of his poetry chronicles his
Poetry Review: „Ein Film, in dem ich jeden spiele“ von Mary Jo Bang
Die Gedichte in Mary Jo Bangs neuester Sammlung „A Film in Which I Play Everyone“ sind voller Vergnügen, Farbe, Ton und Licht – aber auch Qual.
source site
Megan Fox enthüllt Fehlgeburt mit MGKs Baby im Poetry Book
Megan Fox teilte die herzzerreißenden Gefühle, die sie empfand, nachdem sie während der Schwangerschaft eine Fehlgeburt erlitten hatte Machine Gun Kelly’s Baby. Ihre verletzliche Offenbarung kam in einem Auszug aus ihrem Gedichtband: Hübsche Jungs sind giftigdas am Dienstag, dem 7. November, veröffentlicht wurde.
Die 37-jährige Schauspielerin beschrieb den Zeitpunkt des Schwangerschaftsverlusts in einem Gedicht und schrieb: „An Ihrer Seite des Bettes liegt ein Ultraschall, 10 Wochen und 1 Tag.“ Sie war gerade im zweiten Monat schwanger, als sie eine
Poetry Review: „All Souls“ von Saskia Hamilton, „Information Desk“ von Robyn Schiff und „Razzle Dazzle“ von Major Jackson
Saskia Hamiltons „All Souls“, Robyn Schiffs „Information Desk“ und Major Jacksons „Razzle Dazzle“ setzen sich auf unterschiedliche Weise mit dem kreativen Impuls und der menschlichen Verfassung auseinander.
source site
Louise Glück, Remembered by Writers
Louise Glück, who contributed poems to The New Yorker for half a century, died on Friday. We’ve gathered reflections on her life and work from writers and poets who knew, read, and studied with Glück.
In the fall of 2005, I signed up to take Louise Glück’s writing workshop. At our small liberal-arts college, Professor Glück cut an intimidating figure. My classmates and I knew it was a privilege to be in her company. The Nobel was still more than
„The Lights“, rezensiert: Ben Lerners Poetry of Alien Illumination
Manchmal gehört das, was man sieht, zu einer anderen Welt. Sterne. Stadtstraßen auf einer Kinoleinwand. Das erinnerte Gesicht eines Verstorbenen. Sie wissen, dass es eine andere Welt ist, weil Sie das, was Sie sehen, nicht berühren können oder weil es Sie nicht sehen kann.
Manchmal scheint jedoch die Grenze zwischen dieser und der anderen Welt zu verschwimmen. Ein achtjähriger Junge und sein Bruder werden von der Freundin ihrer Mutter zum Seattle Aquarium mitgenommen, um dort unter der Unterwasserkuppel zu übernachten.
Noname’s Ambivalent, Triumphant Comeback | The New Yorker
“If I could do this all the time, I would,” Fatimah Nyeema Warner, the thirty-one-year-old rapper who performs as Noname, said. She was standing backstage at Herbert Von King Park, in Bedford-Stuyvesant, where she had just headlined a free summer concert. Light rain had stopped just in time for her to take the stage with her band, rattling off fiery lyrics in a calm and sometimes playful voice, bouncing gently in time to the beat. Warner comes from Chicago and
Megan Fox writes poetry book inspired by ‘carrying the weight’ of men’s ‘sins’
Megan Fox is a poet and some men she’s come across will know it.
The “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” actress has penned a book of poems called “Pretty Boys are Dangerous” that she said were written “in an attempt to excise the illness that had taken root in me because of my silence.”
The 37-year-old went on to say in the statement about her new book, “I’ve spent my entire life keeping the secrets of men, my body aches from
Adrienne Su Reads Maxine Kumin
Listen and subscribe: Apple | Spotify | Google | Wherever You Listen
Sign up to receive our weekly newsletter of the best New Yorker podcasts.
Adrienne Su joins Kevin Young to read “The Longing to Be Saved,” by Maxine Kumin, and her own poem “The Days.” Su is a professor and poet-in-residence at Dickinson College whose work has been recognized by the National Endowment for the Arts, the Pushcart Prize, and
The Gift of Slam Poetry
the greatest Americans
have not been born yet
they are waiting patiently
for the past to die.
—Saul Williams
Harold Bloom once stated in an interview with The Paris Review that poetry slam is “the death of art.” I like that. The gravity of the statement feels like its own commendation. But I would like to offer