“Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present; the words which express what they understand not; the trumpets which sing to battle, and feel not what they inspire; the influence which is moved not, but moves. Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the […]
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The beautiful things view the projection without knowing, without thinking, perched on a rocky ledge at sunset, watching the valley turn to gold.
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Alec Bobedash, the great Nagurski’sblocking guard, stands at the sternbent to raise the outboard motorover the sandy bottom ferns.The channel widens, bottom fallsaway. In northern morning hazethe slow prow slides risingonto Shishebogema, lake of many bays.Then the long run over the deepcenter, the outboard motor cut,the shore pines faint through the mist,Bobedash testing the anchor
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An air pocket of the Atlantic where sea urchins never care to go, serves drinks to mottled mammals who can never leave – unless they care to slump from suffocation. Braided, tangerine salamanders, underarms moaning with salt, peer upon aluminum bumblebees sliding along neon armadillos and mocking Echinacea crows. A lobster jockey spins otherworldly music
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Jun Fujita, Japanese-American photographer and poet of the mid-20th century, might have been the first to introduce the rest of us Americans to the tanka, an elegant form comprised of 31 syllables across a handful of lines. It’s similar to the haiku, but it provides a little more flexibility and, somehow, may seem more user-friendly.
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And Screw the Mountain, He Said, I Wants a Lake Shore – by Autumn Noelle Hall so this is me laying you out, old friend like an almost smile on that Lake Shore eyes squinchy-closed guitar hands folded so’s you looks like you’s listening to glistening riffs of jazz just-sailing off a river of moonlit
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