Reading/video of a short poem by Walt Whitman--the poem is directed to James Buchanan, widely thought to be the worst president in American history:
Saturday, October 24, 2020
"Woods," by Wendell Berry
Reading/video of a short poem by farmer, environmentalist, poet, and essayist Wendell Berry:
Friday, October 23, 2020
"Once the Wind," by Shake Keane
Reading/video of a short poem by Ellsworth McGlanahan "Shake" Keane (1927-1997), jazz trumpeter and poet from the island of St. Vincent:
Thursday, October 22, 2020
"The Old Marrieds," by Gwendolyn Brooks
Short poem by the Pulitzer Prize winning poet Brooks (1917-2000)--and a rare poem that begins with the word "But."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=25Ew31iICl4
Tuesday, October 20, 2020
"The Thing," by William Carlos Williams
A little weary of your phone? Williams sympathizes. Video/reading:
Monday, October 19, 2020
Saturday, October 17, 2020
Beyond the Humptulips River
Sand daubers seem to skate
on the sheen left by retreating
surf. They move like freshly
hatched spiders. They were
called to be birds. We
were called to be humans
and have names for birds
and everything else.
Yesterday, my love and I
crossed over the Humptulips
River, glancing past bridge
beams at a big muddy flow.
Today, we're watching
gray waves, looking at
shivering stiff foam stacked
near driftwood. We're
saying human things.
It turns out we want
more and less of life
simultaneously. Same
old story. The surf's steady
roar can be used as a
lullaby noise or heard as
the indifferent voice of reality:
that thing against which
we bump up.
hans ostrom 2020
You, Sir, Are Morbid
Where you are well into
your sixth decade & you
think often of how you're
going to get it, it being
the absence of being.
Shot? It's America, so
yeah, good guess. Cancer?
You tried that once.
Going all the way with it:
how much pain? Acute
pneumonia: the long drowning.
Heart attack: hurt and horror.
Stroke: same. Dementia--
you're dying but it seems
like someone else is?
You always were morbid,
weren't you? Because
thinking the worst seemed
to help you pretend to
control things. Ah, that's
it--you'll probably die
trying to control something.
Which, in the abstract,
is kind of funny. Oh, well,
as a sage of the Sierra Nevada
once said to you, "Kid,
we gotta die of something."
hans ostrom 2020
Thursday, October 15, 2020
"Woods," by Wendell Berry
Reading/video of a very short poem by Wendell Berry about walking in the woods. Berry, a farmer, has published widely acclaimed poetry, essays, and fiction.
Tuesday, October 13, 2020
"Desert," by Josephine Miles
Reading/video of a short poem by Miles (1911-1985), who was a remarkable poet and scholar--and a remarkable person. In childhood she was afflicted with severe arthritis, and as an adult she had highly limited use of her hands, legs, and feet. I saw her read at the University of California, Davis, and an assistant carried her into the room. The reading was great. She graduated from high school in Los Angeles--John Cage was a classmate. She earned a B.A. in English at UCLA and a Ph.D. at Berkeley, where she taught her whole career. She pioneered quantitative research in the humanities, and using a punch-card computer, published a concordance to the poetry of John Dryden. Her own poetry garnered her much acclaim. She was an early supporter of Beat poetry and helped Alan Ginsberg get Howl published. She was especially interested in different modes of diction in modern poetry.
link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wd-JZHpF7pc
Monday, October 12, 2020
Oblique Review
This novel contained
sentence after sentence
with only punctuation
to control traffic.
As I read the novel,
the weather went
from sunny to rainy
and back again.
I find that climate
is an infinite novel
with new weather
chapters periodically.
It's funny (peculiar)
how words trick
a reader's mind into
creating a novel.
Readers should get
paid more for doing
all the work. Every
art form got taken
over by industry,
so that novels became
manufactured goods, see?
This novel is okay by me.
hans ostrom 2020
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