Read her essay on the next 14 films here. Same as above, but also check out how she riffs about the relationship between poetry and film.
after reading the first poem
my head went numb–
have I answered your question?
how do I get started?
a quick rough sketch, warts and all
I think you’re going to enjoy THIS–
when they were good they were incredible.
Most of us don’t sleep,
I’m pretty sure Al doesn’t.
Most of these poets would have been sent
to the Ministry of Love and vaporized,
making sense is overrated.
What do you make of her use of windows and doors?
What else could she have meant by Paradise?
I hadn’t the slightest idea.
You’re only disqualified from the group
if you forget your towel. Don’t panic.
How would one avoid the “splinter”
that shunts the brain out of its groove?
What do you see?
Isn’t any creative work bullshit
if you look at it in a certain way?
What I assume you shall assume–
she leads her alien invasion
as Williams dances like a lunatic
and Kathleen and the baby sleeps downstairs.
I’m not a lit guy, so I don’t know.
It’s always a conversation between you and the poet
Experiment, see what works for you.
Let’s go dance in front of the mirror
but make sure you have at least
one post per week
in the poem-specific subforums.
We will continue our conversations
and social media chats –
with new friends,
with old friends.
And we will continue writing poems:
together in small groups,
and at home, alone,
in the midnight hour that is not
midnight, but that
floats between isha and fajr –
the darkest part of night –
when passions die,
and distractions fall to the side.
The songwriting teacher said all I needed
was a thesaurus and a rhyming dictionary –
but it hasn’t proven sufficient –
and there are no final words, anyway,
no bridge, no chorus, no refrain,
just a tight hug, a soft sigh, a tender kiss,
and a throw-away “see-you-tomorrow,”
maybe, if you’re lucky. And all my
countrymen are poets, and sailors.
No, goodbye is not farewell.
There is SloPo on Facebook,
and sudden spoon is resurrecting,
and the Breakfast Club opera is on track,
and KWH is always open,
and there are Sunday get-togethers in DC
whenever you are passing through.
And all our blogs and our websites are up,
and NaPoWriMo comes in April,
and Postcard Poetry Fest comes in August,
and before you know it, ModPo14!
Words pressed to silent lips.
Modern & Contemporary American Poetry
MODPO MODPOPENN MODPOLIVE
We are the grass
Mending the Wall
Cut up into pieces
and scattered on the floor
on the Page
In my hand
13 Ways to connect with Toronto, Ecuador, Hawaii, Sydney,
Israel, San Fran, South Carolina, Connecticut, Philadelphia-
etc etc etc etc Etc etc
In wild room dancing to 12 tones
and in this moment
this is the moment
To lift Kelly’s cup
and sip together-to another year of
And Let the Splinter
From the beautiful mountains of North Carolina,
Love and Many Blessings,
I’ll see you in the forums
and again next year. Until we re-open the present….