Daily Archives: November 21, 2009

Cecil Beaton

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Cecil Beaton (14 January 1904 – 18 January 1980) was an amazingly talented fashion and portrait photographer.

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As such, poets are sometimes able to come back and tell us “much about reality.”

Only poets read contemporary poetry books, and only poets go to poetry readings. If I become a poet, will I be entering an erudite circle of writers whose only praise comes from others in that circle? I want to reach people, but how can I if nobody reads my poems, except other poets who will criticize anything I do wrong and imitate anything I do right?!  I began my first semester in a prestigious MFA program for poetry this semester, but I’m thinking I should switch genres. Help me please.  
— T.W.

Do it. Yes, switch genres, because I get the impression that you are not driven by the idealism that drives most poets, and if you are running out of steam this early in the game, you will be pretty miserable later in life. Understand that I say this as an advice columnist. I want my readers to be happy and I think you will be much happier writing a novel or a screenplay because we have more tools for evaluating their success, we know how to market them better, etc., and you will ultimately receive more objective validation.

I lament losing another member of our infantry, though. Israeli poet Yehuda Amichai says that poets “are the combat soldiers, the foot soldiers, of literature and art, and of life…The only ones who get hurt and hit, and wounded and killed, are the poets.” As such, poets are sometimes able to come back and tell us “much about reality.” Poets don’t concern themselves with the fact that not many people read poetry — we are driven by possibility, the possibility that our words would right some wrong, fix some ache, bring thought to a neglected subject. And despite all our wounds, we keep going back to the front lines, because we know that with every reader who pauses over a poem, every struggling student who overhears one line and remembers it and recites it to a colleague, every time we make someone’s heart go from indifferent to sad or grateful, we are taking a step in the right direction. We can’t measure it, but we believe it.

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from The Smart Set:  Word Choice

by Kristen Hoggatt

Art Credits:  The Poet by Marc Chagall; The Poet by Pablo Picasso

 

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The Famed Dock Ellis LSD No-Hitter

The famed Dock Ellis LSD-no hitter, with narration by Dock himself.

Animation by James Blagden

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hat tip Poetry Hut Blog

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Elliott Wilcox

Photographs of courts, showcasing the area as a small environment.

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http://www.elliottwilcox.co.uk/

 

 

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David Bowie – Oh You Pretty Things

hat tip http://twitter.com/JakeNYC

Wake up you sleepy head

Put on some clothes, shake up your bed

Put another log on the fire for me

Ive made some breakfast and coffee

Look out my window what do I see

A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me

All the nightmares came today

And it looks as though they’re here to stay

What are we coming to

No room for me, no fun for you

I think about a world to come

Where the books were found by the golden ones

Written in pain, written in awe

By a puzzled man who questioned

What we were here for

All the strangers came today

And it looks as though they’re here to stay

Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)

Don’t you know you’re driving your

Mamas and papas insane

Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)

Don’t you know you’re driving your

Mamas and papas insane

Let me make it plain

You gotta make way for the homo superior

Look at your children

See their faces in golden rays

Don’t kid yourself they belong to you

They’re the start of a coming race

The earth is a bitch

Weve finished our news

Homo sapiens have outgrown their use

All the strangers came today

And it looks as though they’re here to stay

Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)

Don’t you know you’re driving your

Mamas and papas insane

Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)

Don’t you know you’re driving your

Mamas and papas insane

Let me make it plain

You gotta make way for the homo superior

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