Monthly Archives: February 2014

Fear No Poetry

Don’t be afraid of how I sound, the ancient chants are here inside the poems.

–Yeats on reading his poems aloud

A Catskill Eagle in the Soul

There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness. And there is a Catskill eagle in some souls that can alike dive down into the blackest gorges, and soar out of them again and become invisible in the sunny spaces.

–Herman Melville, Moby Dick

A Writer’s Job

“Each word has an interior life. Your job is to caretake the interior life of words and language through your selection and arrangement of them in stories.”

–a Japanese storyteller

We Are Free People

“We are free people and free people feel no fear.”

–a member of the punk band Pussy Riot detained in Sochi today for criticizing Putin

Today’s Poem by Pushkin, Translated by Nabokov

A lone sower of liberty, I came out too early, before the morning star.

[…]

My time, my labors, my best thoughts were merely lost.

Keep to your pastures, peaceful nations, what is the gift of liberty to sheep. To be slaughtered or shorn, that is what they are for, their inheritance throughout the ages is a yoke with bells and a goad.

-Aleksandr Pushkin

 

Perspective

“He’s a dog. It’s time to let him go. It’s not like people where you have to let them suffer.”

C.L. Running Deer

Planxty Edward Snowden

Hand assembling a stadium-sized puzzle
of interlocking data boulders:
these malware bot modules
go over there in the zettabyte
server farm racks.

Looking up from the pens
beneath the Coliseum,
lions and cheetahs
with sharpened fangs
and jeweled collars
lick us affectionately.

Look, a new David,
has thrown open
the outer gates!
Caesar’s grin freezes.