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Obeznámeni s nocí - Lawrence Ferlinghetti (p)
O knize Obeznámeni s nocí S podtitulem Noví američtí básníci vydal ČS ve výběrové řadě KPP. Z anglických originálů uspořádali, přeložili, předmluvou a poznámkami o autorech opatřili Stanislav Mareš a Jan Zábrana.
10th Gordon K. & Sybil Farell Lewis Memorial Lecture: Martín Espada
Poet Martín Espada will deliver the 10th Gordon K. & Sybil Farell Lewis Memorial Lecture: “Poetry of Protest, Grief & Love: A Reading & Conversation.” Presented by the Institute of Caribbean Studies [Instituto de Estudios Caribeños] this event takes place on April 23, 2026, at 5:00pm, at the Jesús E. Amaral Theater, School of Architecture, University of Puerto Rico-Río Piedras, Río Piedras, Puerto Rico.
A la terra: darrers poemes i un assaig
Ayuda Buscar en la ayuda Buscar en la ayuda
American poet Robert Creeley
Night By Robert Creeley, USA Needs most happily mutual, this given, that taken, the board clear, and the food reappears as one after one the night finds persons in a lovely particular display. Here is a street, and now a car seems to be coming, the lights signal approach at an intersection when a locked group beats upon the locked door an inextricable tenderness of one man’s desire to be there.
Tom Verlaine Collection
New York: Vehicle Editions, 1979. One of 1000 softcovers in the first edition of 1500 total. Softcover [quarto] in gray card wraps with metallic red drawing of a typewriter stamped to front and title lettering stamped to spine in same. Unpaginated [114 pp]. Scarce first edition of the typings and.....
Morning Open Thread: A Garden of Inexhaustible Language
.. Welcome toMorning Open Thread,a daily post with a MOTley crew of hosts who choose the topic for the day's posting.We support our community, invite and share ideas, and encourage thoughtful, respectful dialogue in an open forum.That’s a feature, not a bug. Other than that, site rulz rule. So grabyour cuppa, and join in.
Order by Dan Rosenberg - Poems
with the medicinal poppies of June nor with Celan's bloom-fest of dredged stone, not with history's choo-choo train of corpses, not with Nottingham's Robin Hood nor Antwerp's Diamondland. Not walking on the Strand in Manhattan Beach with her silicone breast implants, refinery, waves of trash, not out of the Library of Alexandria with her burnt gardens that prefigure gnarly, barnacle-laden surfboards broken in half.
PennSound: LINEbreak
Search PennSound The LINEbreak Programs Winner of the 1997 CASE Award for Radio Programming, LINEbreak is a series of half-hour length programs with some of the smartest and most innovative writers and artists at work today.
One Day by Robert Creeley
Once known primarily for his association with the group called the “Black Mountain Poets,” at the time of his death in 2005, Robert Creeley was widely recognized as one of the most important and influential American poets of the 20th century. His poetry is noted...
Spot - a rediscovered poem by Robert Creeley
While preparing for the “Words, Loves” conference in Prince George, BC in the winter of 1980, Barry McKinnon received by mail two poems from Robert Creeley to be published as broadsides for the occasion. Creeley, who was living in New Mexico at the time, had accepted Barry’s invitation to be the headline writer at the conference, which would also feature readings by well-known BC poets and some of the creative writing students from the BC colleges.
For the Graduation [Bolinas, 1973] by Robert Creeley - Poems | Academy of American Poets
Most explicit— the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges once more— but where or quite when, even with whom, since now there is no one quite with you—Quite? Quiet? English expression: Quait? Language of singular impedance? A dance? An involuntary gesture to others not there? What's wrong here?
We Two by H. D. - Poems
We two are left: I with small grace reveal distaste and bitterness; you with small patience take my hands; though effortless, you scald their weight as a bowl, lined with embers, wherein droop great petals of white rose, forced by the heat too soon to break. We two are left: as a blank wall, the world, earth and the men who talk, saying their space of life is good and gracious, with eyes blank as that blank surface their ignorance mistakes for final shelter and a resting-place.
EPC Digital Library
Helen Adam, a selection of poems Anne-Marie Albiach [obit], holograph pages from Etat Keith Waldrop's translation of Etat Travail Vertical et Blanc: poem and Charles Bernstein's translation Richard Aldington, "Daisy" (1915) Paal Bjelke Andersen, "The Grefsen Address" (Eclipse) Bruce Andrews & Charles Bernstein, eds, "L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E Lines" (1988) [pdf, theory/praxis by Weiner, Drucker, McCaffery, Inman, Grenier, Mandel, Silliman, Hejinian, Benson, Howe, eds].
For the Graduation [Bolinas School, June 11, 1971] by Robert Creeley - Poems | Academy of American Poets
Most explicit— the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges once more— but where or quite when, even with whom, since now there is no one quite with you—Quite? Quiet? English expression: Quait? Language of singular impedance? A dance? An involuntary gesture to others not there? What's wrong here?
The Language by Robert Creeley
Locate I love you some- where in teeth and eyes, bite it but take care not to hurt, you want so much so little. Words say everything. I love you again, then what is emptiness for. To fill, fill. I heard words and words full of holes aching. Speech is a mouth. Robert Creeley, “The Language” from The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley, 1945-1975. Copyright © 1992 by the Regents of the University of California. Reprinted with the permission of the University of California Press, www.ucpress.edu.
The Writer's Almanac for May 21, 2019 - Garrison Keillor
A Prairie Home Companion An Evening of Story and Song Love & Comedy Tour Old Friends Solo The Gratitude Tour October 12, 2019 Saturday 9:00 p.m. New York, New York New York, New York BIRDLAND JAZZ CLUB October 12, 2019 Where Brooklyn Meets Minnesota: Stories, Duets, Bickering, and a few Bad Jokes. October 11, 2019 Friday 9:00 p.m. New York, New York New York, New York BIRDLAND JAZZ CLUB October 11, 2019 Where Brooklyn Meets Minnesota: Stories, Duets, Bickering, and a few Bad Jokes.
Redux: The Geography of Self and Soul
By The Paris Review April 9, 2019 Redux Every week, the editors of The Paris Review lift the paywall on a selection of interviews, stories, poems, and more from the magazine’s archive. You can have these unlocked pieces delivered straight to your inbox every Sunday by signing up for the Redux newsletter. T. S. Eliot. Sketch by D. Cammell, 1959. In this week’s Redux, we’re celebrating National Poetry Month. Read our first-ever Art of Poetry interview, with T. S.
America
Robert Creeley was born in Arlington, Massachusetts, on May 21, 1926. He attended Harvard University from 1943 to 1946, taking time out from 1944 to 1945 to work for the American Field Service in Burma and India. In 1946 he published his first poem, in the Harvard magazine Wake. In 1949 he began corresponding with William Carlos Williams and Ezra Pound. The following year he became acquainted with the poet Charles Olson.
Credo Poem by Robert Creeley
Creo que si ... I believe it will rain tomorrow ... I believe the son of a bitch is going into the river ... I believe All men are created equal—By your leave a leafy shelter over the exposed person—I'm a believer creature of habit but without out there a void of pattern older older the broken pieces no longer salvageable bits but incommensurate chips yet must get it back together.
A Night Sky by Robert Creeley
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Love Comes Quietly
Robert Creeley was born in Arlington, Massachusetts, on May 21, 1926. He attended Harvard University from 1943 to 1946, taking time out from 1944 to 1945 to work for the American Field Service in Burma and India. In 1946 he published his first poem, in the Harvard magazine Wake. In 1949 he began corresponding with William Carlos Williams and Ezra Pound. The following year he became acquainted with the poet Charles Olson.
The Rescue by Robert Creeley | For Love by Robert Creeley
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University at Buffalo Libraries
The following pages present a chronology of UB History from its inception to the present. Many of the dates noted are "firsts" like the first African American to graduate (1880), the first and only undefeated season in football (1897), the first woman dean (1922), the first issue of the Spectrum (1950), the first student sit-in (1966), UB's first female provost (2000), etc.
Poetry Foundation
for Bobbie Yesterday I wanted to speak of it, that sense above the others to me important because all that I know derives from what it teaches me. Today, what is it that is finally so helpless, different, despairs of its own statement, wants to turn away, endlessly to turn away. If the moon did not ... no, if you did not I wouldn’t either, but what would I not do, what prevention, what thing so quickly stopped. That is love yesterday or tomorrow, not now. Can I eat what you give me.
Gnostic Gospel by Lisa Jarnot
“I seek now in working upon the later draft of the book not to correct the original but to live again in its form and content leaving in successive layers records of reformations and digressions as they come to me.” —Robert Duncan, The H.D. Book It’s hard to find one particular point of entrance into Robert Duncan’s epic The H.D. Book.
The Rain
All night the sound had come back again, and again falls this quiet, persistent rain. What am I to myself that must be remembered, insisted upon so often? Is it that never the ease, even the hardness, of rain falling will have for me something other than this, something not so insistent— am I to be locked in this final uneasiness. Love, if you love me, lie next to me. Be for me, like rain, the getting out of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi- lust of intentional indifference.
The Rain by Robert Creeley
Once known primarily for his association with the group called the “Black Mountain Poets,” at the time of his death in 2005, Robert Creeley was widely recognized as one of the most important and influential American poets of the twentieth century. His poetry is noted for both its concision and emotional power. Albert Mobilio, writing in the Voice Literary Supplement, observed: “Creeley has shaped his own audience.
Love Comes Quietly
The honor of being human will stay constant. The earth, earth, water wet, sun shine. The world will be as ever round, and all yourselves will know it, on it, and around and around.
A Quiet Testament: Poetry, Sabbatical, Medicine
I was about to go pick pears. I’m spending the fall at the Helene Wurlitzer Foundation, an artists’ residency program in Taos, New Mexico, where one of the other artists had procured a ladder and said I could join her if I liked. But just as I finished my breakfast and my tea-and-scribble hour, I saw her pedaling her bike back down our road with two white bags pendulant from her handlebars. I’d missed my chance.
Meditation and Poetics - 37 (Wales Visitation)
AG: How many here sit? (How many) have sat? And how many have not? Raise your hands. Of those that raised their hands, how many have not ...
The Allen Ginsberg Project
AG: How many here sit? (How many) have sat? And how many have not? Raise your hands. Of those that raised their hands, how many have not ...
The Cassady-Kerouac "Joan Anderson letter" - "the seminal piece of literature of the Beat Generation" rediscovered
AG: How many here sit? (How many) have sat? And how many have not? Raise your hands. Of those that raised their hands, how many have not ...
Prose Poem ("The morning coffee.")
The morning coffee. I'm not sure why I drink it. Maybe it's the ritual of the cup, the spoon, the hot water, the milk, and the little heap of brown grit, the way they come together to form a nail I can hang the day on. It's something to do between being asleep and being awake. Surely there's something better to do, though, than to drink a cup of instant coffee. Such as meditate? About what? About having a cup of coffee.
For No Clear Reason
I dreamt last night the fright was over, that the dust came, and then water, and women and men, together again, and all was quiet in the dim moon’s light. A paean of such patience— laughing, laughing at me, and the days extend over the earth’s great cover, grass, trees, and flower- ing season, for no clear reason. Copyright Credit: Robert Creeley, “For No Clear Reason” from Selected Poems of Robert Creeley. Copyright © 1991 by the Regents of the University of California.
D.I.Y. Detroit by Emily Warn | Poetry Foundation
Detroit Riots It was 1967 and Detroit was burning. The poet Ken Mikolowski and his wife, the painter Ann Mikolowski, sprayed water through garden hoses to douse embers landing on the roof of their home in the western section of the city. Several days earlier, Detroit had erupted into violence so deadly and destructive that the governor labeled it an insurrection, a legal designation that allowed Lyndon B. Johnson to send in federal troops. “The fires spread indiscriminately,” Ken recalls today.
I Know a Man by Robert Creeley
As I sd to my friend, because I am always talking,—John, I sd, which was not his name, the darkness sur- rounds us, what can we do against it, or else, shall we & why not, buy a goddamn big car, drive, he sd, for christ’s sake, look out where yr going.
Home·Music By Steve Swallow To Poems By Robert Creeley
我要写乐评 Home·Music By Steve Swallow To Poems By Robert Creeley的乐评 · · · · · · ( 全部 1 条 ) 热门 最新 好友 rui 2023-08-15 16:19:12 bio Steve Swallow was born in New York City in 1940, and spent his childhood in Fair Lawn, New Jersey. Before turning to the acoustic bass at age 14, he studied piano (with Howard Kasschau, who also taught Nelson Riddle) and trumpet. His otherwise miserable ado... (展开) 0回应 收起 > 更多乐评 1篇
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