Thursday, February 20, 2014

O Pen: poems for Feb. 10

Here is the line-up:
Kathy will introduce :
Ecclesiastes 11:1 by Richard Wilbur

David will introduce
If Music Be the Food of Love
from A Verticle Mile by Richard Wakefield (David wrote the introduction)

Jim will introduce
On the Bank by by Arseny Tarkovsky

Judith will present
By all things planetary, sweet, I swear by Gwendolyn Brooks and
although not as clever as Nemerov’s parody of Eliot’s Wasteland w/ notes, (On the Threshold of His Greatness) Henry Reed’s “Chard Whitlow,” a delightful parody of T.S. Eliot’s Four Quartets. She wrote tonight: "I am practicing Chard Whitlow in as close to Dylan Thomas as Ol’ Tom as I can muster/mutter. It really takes a man’s etiolated attenuated strangulated St Louis cum Dry Salvages bleat…and I can’t do the police in different voices, but I toil on.”

You might enjoy reading simply “quotes” from the Quartets here:
and a quick “brush up” about the Quartets here:
“Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning, every poem an epitaph.”

February Evening in New York by Denise Levertov

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