This hour entry exists among second entries, minute ballads and other time-related pieces. To try to trick yourself into sleep with a cell phone app that mimics rain is a strange dependence, the circadian tricked by the technological mimicking the natural, the brain treated as a kind of clock-hand being moved. I feel a certain threat to this dependence on technology, and try to unthread liminal tensions here.
Endi Bogue Hartigan on " hour entry: I fall asleep with a rain sound" |
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"Oscar Wilde Quipped, Seamus Heaney Drank, W.B. Yeats Shopped"
"This year I found myself thinking of Irish poets who visited Chicago, such as Yeats, who came here three times. I got the idea by noticing that Sunday was the 75th anniversary of Dylan Thomas drinking at Jimmy’s Woodlawn Tap—Thomas was Welsh, of course, but we can consider him Irish by marriage, and of course everybody’s Irish on St. Paddy’s Day. Much myth tends to surrounds such events, but Thomas both signed the bar book and penned letters home on stationery from the Quadrangle Club, where he stayed."
viaCHICAGO SUN TIMES |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Katey Funderbergh and Nicholas Ritter on Building Community
"This program proves to me, again and again, that poetry is a liberatory force. Prisons shouldn’t exist, but each time I’m in the classroom with our students, I remember that this craft is an avenue for free expression and self-exploration. The poems allow me to connect with the students, to share my own memories, dreams, struggles, and to relate to them about both the content of the poems we read, and the content of the poems they write." |
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