Sunday, April 9, 2017
Saturday, April 8, 2017
ELAINE EQUI'S SENTENCES AND RAIN
Many of Elaine Equi's poems in SENTENCES AND RAIN made me laugh out loud. Others made me unconsciously hum approval, as if a song had caught my ear or heart. Her poetry is always smart and often smart alecky, but in a way so inclusive you always feel like you're in on the joke (at least I do, even when I'm not sure I get it!).
This collection in particular should be a delight for anyone who loves unique observations of what the reader, at least this one, never thought of but once revealed seem obvious. Like the poems below which are great examples of all of the above:
SLIGHT
A slight implies
if not an insult
(real or imagined)
at least something
unpleasant—
a slight cold,
a slight headache.
No one ever says:
"You make me slightly happy."
Although this, in fact,
is often the case.
MUFFIN OF SUNSETS
The sky is melting. Me too.
Who hasn't seen it this way?
Pink between the castlework
of buildings.
Pensive syrup
drizzled over clouds.
It is almost catastrophic how heavenly.
A million poets, at least,
have stood in this very spot,
groceries in hand, wondering:
"Can I witness the Rapture
and still make it home in time for dinner?"
This collection in particular should be a delight for anyone who loves unique observations of what the reader, at least this one, never thought of but once revealed seem obvious. Like the poems below which are great examples of all of the above:
SLIGHT
A slight implies
if not an insult
(real or imagined)
at least something
unpleasant—
a slight cold,
a slight headache.
No one ever says:
"You make me slightly happy."
Although this, in fact,
is often the case.
MUFFIN OF SUNSETS
The sky is melting. Me too.
Who hasn't seen it this way?
Pink between the castlework
of buildings.
Pensive syrup
drizzled over clouds.
It is almost catastrophic how heavenly.
A million poets, at least,
have stood in this very spot,
groceries in hand, wondering:
"Can I witness the Rapture
and still make it home in time for dinner?"
Friday, April 7, 2017
Thursday, April 6, 2017
POETS
Poets Doug Lang, me, and part of Beth Baruch Joselow
in DC (I was visiting from LA)
after a reading on April 1, 1987
during my "big suit" phase
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
Sunday, April 2, 2017
MARK YOUR APRIL CALENDAR
I'll be reading my poetry and responding to interview questions from David Lehman and the audience at The New School Poetry Forum, April 25th, 6:30PM, Room 510, 66 West 12th Street, NYC, all welcome, and it's free.
Saturday, April 1, 2017
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