We all have our ways of dealing with the unknown, I guess. Apparently cartographers used to write “Here be dragons” on sections of uncharted territory, especially oceans.
I’ll read a poem about death, sadness, and strife, and in some cases, the suffering of the speaker, and then meet and converse with the contented and well-adjusted poet.
The Scattered Rhymes podcast was making itself a home at THEthe. In anticipation of the coming podcast, we are reposting the old episodes from the Scattered Rhymes website.
It’s getting later than it’s ever been and the sonnet is nearly over: do you know where your closure is?
[Ode to the The]
The more things same, the more they same the change.
Things change by staying the same.
Things stay the same by changing.
Whitman seeks to establish a taxonomy of poetry, a system classifying what is good poetry, what bad, but the structure he establishes keeps collapsing.
While all this is magical, it’s really just a sideshow to the main attraction: For 10 straight weeks, I have all the free time in the world to write, write, write.
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We are always towards an abstraction, one way or the other, but the use of detail, how we emphasize or mute, or play with an image is at the heart of contemporary poetics.
These poems thread and rethread the nature of identity—in theology and philosophy, called the problem of haecceity.
Mary Karr and Christopher Robinson discuss Heather McHugh’s poem “I Knew I’d Sing.”
Last week we made the exciting announcement that Ben Pease’s Scattered Rhymes podcast was making itself a home at THEthe.
[Poem of the Week: Maya Funaro and Colie Hoffman]
Amid labyrinthine syntax, Timothy Donnelly is battling a kind of Minotaur: half-self, half-metaphysical conundrum; Donnelly’s sword is his mind.
We have seven hues, a silver gyre, seven swords of vision, and a prophet’s flaming tyre. Beats me as to what Campbell means, but almost all lyrical poems contain such moments of high gibberish.
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