This poem (and the others in the series it comes from) is not only an effort at making hymn meter more flexible, but also one of my many attempts to remind myself that, in ways, we are somehow at the same time always alone and never alone. Work reminds me of that; friends remind me of that. Poetry and family too.
Nathaniel Perry on "August" |
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"The Believer was a Victim of Mismanagement and Neglect"
"Callous mismanagement and a lack of care overshadowed the good work being done at the magazine. Frankly, what BMI hopes to achieve without The Believer as its crowning glory is beyond me. Despite the turmoil, abuse, and rampant neglect they face, its employees turned out one of the most unique and striking magazines around, a place that felt refreshingly disconnected from Twitter discourse and focused on broader stories."
via GAWKER |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Alyse Knorr On John Keats' "Bright Star"
"I loved picturing the star in the poem watching the waves clean the shores and the snow graze the mountaintops. I loved how the first half of the poem painted a picture by negation, like a puzzle, and how it wrenched me from the cold, lonely reaches of outer space down to the grounded, intimate moment of laying one's head on a lover's breast and hearing the quiet of her breathing: all made equally sacred in the poem's grand equation." |
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