My Latest New Favorite Poet: Don Welch

My latest new favorite poet is Don Welch. The below poem (from American Life in Poetry: Column 514) is a lovely example of the kindness of strangers who don’t give their actions a second thought.

Shuffling Out Toward Morning


After an hour in the infusion lab,
Taxol dripping into her,
fighting her cancer;

after sitting nauseous
next to a man
vomiting into a Pepsi cup,

she rose, palming the wall,
stooping only to pick up
a pen a doctor had dropped,

giving it back to the doctor
who had slipped it poorly
into his coat.

I especially enjoy the lines:

“she rose, palming the wall,
stooping only to pick up
a pen a doctor had dropped,”

They set up how selfless the subject of the poem is despite what she has been through herself. I have been first hand in the experience of dealing with a loved one going through heavy chemo, and to take a moment to simply pick-up a pen is both a gargantuan physical task and one of unsurpassed, simple, kindness.

The full article can be found by clicking here.

Enjoy! :-D

Jamy

A quick shout-out to a fabulous blog, “Dispatch From LA”

I wanted to expose you, my lovely Bloginistas, to a cool blog by an artist, Mary Ann Moss.

She’s an artist and fellow Angeleno whose “digital notebook” is definitely (if you love Art, Travel, and Writing, as I do) for you!

Her blog is: Dispatch From LA and you’ll find great things there.

I especially loved this one (but that’s probably because you all know I am a BIT [understatement, yes, I know] partial to poetry! ;-) ).

Her work with watercolors and re-purposed journals is truly wonderful and inspiring!

Enjoy! :-D

Jamy

National Dress Your Cat Up Day

A Rhythm Runs Through It:

Only one word: Amazing. Okay, two: Simply amazing. :-D

Originally posted on The Bloggess:

It seems like it was JUST National Dress Your Cat Up Day but I guess it’s here again.  Let’s celebrate, motherfuckers.

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My Latest New Favorite Poet: Marty Walsh

My latest new favorite poet is Marty Walsh. I am a big fan of personification in poetry (I use it a lot in my work) and in the below piece (from American Life in Poetry: Column 503) Mr. Walsh uses it to spectacular ends. It’s a wonderful example of making the inanimate animate in a fresh and inventive way. I also love that the poem’s title is also its first lines.

The snow’s/feet slip

out from
under it
and down
the mountain
slope it comes
flat on its back
white skirt
and billowy
petticoats
blowing
back over
its head,
whiplashing
rickety
pine sapling
as it passes,
bowling boulders
left and right
until it comes
to a juddering
sudden heart-
thumping stop
just shy
of the little village
in the valley far below.

The lines

“and down
the mountain
slope it comes
flat on its back
white skirt
and billowy
petticoats
blowing
back over
its head,”

remind me so much of a bawdy vaudeville comedy that it’s hard to realize he’s writing about an avalanche. It’s simply great work.

I also love the word “juddering”, don’t you?

The full article can be found by clicking here.

Enjoy! :-D

Jamy

Christmas poem to a man in jail by Charles Bukowski

A Rhythm Runs Through It:

From my fellow Bloginista Bukowski on Wry, a fantastic piece by one of my idols. It’s about how artists should use their gifts to enlighten those artless lost souls (for I believe that we are all lost without art) who feel that Art has no place in the world and would be fine without it. It says that Art is the TRUE power, and we need to realize this: “maybe the politicians, the generals, the judges, the / priests, the police, the pimps, the businessmen have been too / strong?”. Maybe they have, but Art is stronger, and is more than a match for the likes of them. And “maybe if we write well enough / and live a little better / life will improve a bit / just out of shame”, but more than out of shame, it will improve via enlightenment and vindication. After all, “The Pen (and brush and instrument and song) is Mightier than the Sword”! My favorite lines:
“the word should be like
butter or avocados or
steak or hot biscuits, or onion rings or
whatever is really
needed.”
Thanks, Bukoswski on Wry, for a wonderful post! :-D Jamy

Originally posted on Bukowski on Wry:

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Christmas poem to a man in jail
by Charles Bukowski

hello Bill Abbott:
I appreciate your passing around my books in
jail there, my poems and stories.
if I can lighten the load for some of those guys with
my books, fine.
but literature, you know, is difficult for the
average man to assimilate (and for the unaverage man too);
I don’t like most poetry, for example,
so I write mine the way I like to read it.

poetry does seem to be getting better, more
human,
the clearing up of the language has something to
do with it (w. c. williams came along and asked
everybody to clear up the language)
then
I came along.

but writing’s one thing, life’s
another, we
seem to have improved the writing a bit
but life (ours and theirs)
doesn’t seem to be improving very
much.

maybe if we write well enough
and…

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My Latest New Favorite Poet: Nissa Holtkamp

My latest new favorite poet is Nissa Holtkamp. I discovered her via an email sent to me by my partner who found out about her via wormhole from one of Dan Savage’s Instagram Posts (yes, it is a crazy quilt of discovery, but thems the Interwebs, yah?). I went to her website, subtitled “Poetry and Beer”, picked the first poem, “Chicago, My Pillow”, and was simply BLOWN AWAY. It’s a love letter, the kind that shows how much she loves her town, warts and all. For when you truly love something, it is SO not just about the shiny parts, but the parts that need a little Brasso as well.

Chicago, My Pillow


Chicago, my pillow, full of bristle
And burrs. The hub city in a garden,
Bitter jurisdictions, aldermen, tongues
Uncured, monetarily reversed. The
Sharp street, putridity, wise signs, and dawn;
Interest rates, mortgage loans, home buying, and
Permits. Greasy palms, social crusades, trade,
Policy, and Hef’s first date. I come with
Beauty and grace into this gum spot place.
Complicated grunt and knowing nod – smile
Smarmy like any bad debater, or
Twist of fate. I’ll take your bags up, be your
Date. When I let you go into the lake
You come back tenfold. Profits and potholes,
Cock suckers and fortune tellers. Locked knees,
Park fees, corporate tools, near side bystanders –
Pain of blood pushing through frozen veins. Frost –
Bite that took a few toes. Cold that freezes
The snot in your nose. My have to have. My
Need to know. Repeat, believe, percolate
Your words. Step off the curb. Back off the train
Cars and cab stars and onto the fat farm,
Funny farm, shortfall, windfall, shopping mall.
Bad luck in a coffee cup, bottomed out
Plot – topsoil, turnstile, and toll booths. All is
Distractions and interruptions. Waiting
For the bus at Aberdeen and Ogden.
Bare patch, mismatched, silly money, and more
And more and more. Cheer the drunken upper
Deck as two branches sway in the wind. Catch
The fly, fish the murk. My have to have, my
Need to know. I know she will never love
Me back; she cannot and never has. She
Is land and blind at that. “Ain’t no sunshine”
Rooted in discord. A city, a crutch,
A doubtful daunting machine, an onion.
Somewhere between the olive branch and the
Cattle ranch: perspicacious prairie path.

© Nissa Holtkamp 2014

Obviously, since rhythm is a huge part of my blog, the fact that this piece is drenched in musicality did not go unnoticed by me.

I think my favorite lines are a great example of this:

“My
Need to know. Repeat, believe, percolate
Your words. Step off the curb. Back off the train
Cars and cab stars and onto the fat farm,
Funny farm, shortfall, windfall, shopping mall.”

Check out her site (link above) and read more of her work, you won’t be disappointed, she’s fantastic!

Enjoy! ;oD

Jamy

Why do you click “Like” on a Blogger’s post?

Hello Fellow Bloginistas!

I have a question for you: When you read a blogger’s poem / post / story, does it have to be perfect in your opinion for you to click the “Like” button?

Plato said: “Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”. I thought this quote appropriate to the main hypothesis of this post since not every one person likes all the things they see or read. To me, and many others, art is subjective. In that I truly believe Blogging is art (or, at the very least, a modern, effective way to convey one’s artistic work), our views of blog posts must be subjective as well.

For me, a post does NOT have to be perfect (again, IMHO), as long as I enjoy how it makes me feel or think when I am through reading it. So I ignore perceived imperfections, and click “Like”, regardless. I think it also goes a long way in making a blogger want to keep going (positive reinforcement, if you will) and ends up for even better posts in the future.

How about YOU? Let me know in the comments!

Thanks for reading,
Jamy :-D

p.s. And don’t click “Like” unless you really want to, although I would ”Love” it if you did! LOL ;-)