A Poem for Spring

e.e. cummings: O sweet spontaneous

O sweet spontaneous

earth how often have

the

doting

          fingers of

purient philosophers pinched

and

poked

thee

,has the naughty thumb

of science prodded

thy

      beauty   .how

often have religions taken

thee upon their scraggy knees

squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive

gods

        (but

true

to the incomparable

couch of death thy

rhythmic

lover

          thou answerest

them only with

                        spring)

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Suitable Poetry: Stephen Fry & Hugh Laurie

Miriam Barr & Kate Barton: How My Brain Betrays Me

"How My Brain Betrays Me is a collaboration between New Zealanders, visual artist, Kate Barton and poet Miriam Barr.

The pair worked together on the collaboration as part of the 2008 Metonymy project in Auckland, NZ. From a conversation exploring their common ground, a poem was created, which led to the creation of images which in turn inspired more words and so on, with each artist feeding and feeding off the other.

How My Brain Betrays Me was selected by a panel of acclaimed NZ artists and poets, including CK Stead and John Pule to be part of the Metonymy Exhibition at Side Room gallery. It was later named, by the same panel, as one of two pieces that best represented collaboration between genres." 



Interessant intervju med Miriam Barr her!

Litt wiki om Miriam Barr her!

Litt om Kate Barton her!

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Logan Dobson: "We should probably do something."

2012 Poetry Slam Winner, ‪University of Auckland

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Taylor Mali: Typography

Litt om Taylor Mali her!

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Mark Anderson's cartoon #2103

The women who edited and defined Poetry magazine

 

Harriet Monroe, Alice Corbin Henderson, Eunice Tietjens, Marion Strobel, Margaret Danner.

From Poetry Foundation & Poetry Magazine - a great article/en flott artikkel: 

(Sett over kaffen!)  

http://ow.ly/eyeYT

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Til Tove

Tove

Har våren kommet til Lista? spurte Tove

Nei, ikke ennå, sa jeg

Er du sikker på det? sa Tove

Jepp! sa jeg

Dagen etter kom hun med ekspressbussen

Og hele veien fra holdeplassen og opp til huset mitt

pekte hun på spirer i graset, innunder buskene, to gule

påskeliljeknopper i skyggen av et steingjerde

Og hva kaller du det der da? humret hun

Hvem skal peke ut vårtegnene for oss nå?

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Zaiku til Turid

"Bowling?" sa Turid

"Tuller du?" lo vi - og Turid

trilla full strike!

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Lakota lullaby

Lastet opp av ‪meethaa1 13. juni 2010

chante waste hokshila

(good hearted boy)

lahkge estemah

(go back to sleep)

han hepi kin waste

(the night is good)

wa yelo heya

( I have spoken)

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Billy Collins: Introduction To Poetry

Introduction To Poetry

I ask them to take a poem

and hold it up to the light

like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem

and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem's room

and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to waterski

across the surface of a poem

waving at the author's name on the shore.

But all they want to do

is tie the poem to a chair with rope

and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose

to find out what it really means.

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Poet School