Category Archives: Poetry

I’m baaaack! and Maya Angelou

Hello everyone!  It has been quite a while since my last post.  Maintaining a house, a job, a pregnancy, and now a baby will do that to you, I guess.  Or, better stated, to me.  I am certain that there are plenty of people out there who could have juggled life and a blog all at once.  Nevertheless, in an effort to RE-kick start my writing, I’m getting back down to it and updating on a more regular basis.  Stoked?  Me too.

The world has lost a great voice since my last posting.  Maya Angelou was a blast of inspiration and will continue to touch the hearts, lives, and minds of people forever.  Physical death cannot snuff out the memory of her accomplishments or the legacy of her words.  Personally, I look forward to sharing her book, Life Doesn’t Frighten Me, with my son when he is a little bit older.  I read this as an adult and feel ready to take on the world and maintain the hope that my son, growing up, will find strength within its lines, as well.

Life Doesn't Frighten Me

Life Doesn’t Frighten Me

 

In closing, here is a video of Maya Angelou reciting her poem “Phenomenal Woman”.  The first time I heard this poem I was an awkward, confused teenage girl wondering what my place in the world would ever be.  The words took my breath away; she stopped my heart with the shock of the realization that being a woman is a beautiful blessing in this life.  I am strong.  I can rise above.  I can simply be myself.

Thank you, Maya Angelou, for all that you gave to this world.

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writer’s block by Charles Bukowski

Today’s poem is about something that plagues me more than I’d like…

 
writer’s block
Charles Bukowski

 
the typewriter sits silent, it’s as if you’ve
been betrayed, it’s as if a murder has
occurred.
yet words still run through your brain:
“the Spanish bird sings!”
what can
that mean?
at least it’s a ripple, even if unusable.

when will the keys
beat into the
paper
again?
it’s so very easy to die long before the
fact of it.

I look at the machine resting under its black
cover; an unpaid gas bill sleeps on top of
it.

there is a small refrigerator in the
room, it makes the only audible sound
here.

I open it and look inside:
it’s empty.

I sit back down in the chair and wait; then I
decide to fool the
typewriter.

I write this
now
with a ballpoint
pen
in a red
notebook;
I am sneaking up on a poem;
there will soon be something for that
frigging
typewriter
to do!

there is a French expression, “without
literature
life is hell.”

the glory and power of that!

now let the Spanish bird sing!

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A celebration, this is: Sylvia Plath


Sylvia Plath was born on October 27, 1932.  As we all know, she is no longer with us, but her writing and passion live on.  For me, personally, I have yet to find another writer who touches me in the same way that her words touch me.  Her fiction, poetry, letters, and personal journals are treasures that will all continue to live on as  classics forever.

In celebration of the memory of her life, here are a few videos of Sylvia Plath reading some of her work:

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Song of the Witches by William Shakespeare

Magic Circle by John William Waterhouse

It is officially Autumn and tomorrow is the first day of October.  Halloween is coming!  So, here is a classic to get us in the mood for the month of spooky happenings and copious amounts of candy!

Song of the Witches
William Shakespeare  (from Macbeth)

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg and howlet’s wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

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Lovesong read by Ted Hughes

One of my favorites.  His voice sounds a little different than I’ve heard in other readings, but, still, a very beautiful reading of a powerful poem.

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Creepy child reciting a creepy poem – The Innocents (1961)

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Sylvia Plath reads “Parliament Hill Fields”

Because there’s nothing quite like hearing a poet read their own poem…

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Le Chat (The Cat) by Charles Baudelaire

Little Ophelia with a skull.

 

 

The Cat

Come, my fine cat, against my loving heart;
Sheathe your sharp claws, and settle.
And let my eyes into your pupils dart
Where agate sparks with metal.

Now while my fingertips caress at leisure
Your head and wiry curves,
And that my hand’s elated with the pleasure
Of your electric nerves,

I think about my woman — how her glances
Like yours, dear beast, deep-down
And cold, can cut and wound one as with lances;

Then, too, she has that vagrant
And subtle air of danger that makes fragrant
Her body, lithe and brown.

— Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952)

 

And in French:

Le Chat

Viens, mon beau chat, sur mon coeur amoureux;
Retiens les griffes de ta patte,
Et laisse-moi plonger dans tes beaux yeux,
Mêlés de métal et d’agate.

Lorsque mes doigts caressent à loisir
Ta tête et ton dos élastique,
Et que ma main s’enivre du plaisir
De palper ton corps électrique,

Je vois ma femme en esprit. Son regard,
Comme le tien, aimable bête
Profond et froid, coupe et fend comme un dard,

Et, des pieds jusques à la tête,
Un air subtil, un dangereux parfum
Nagent autour de son corps brun.

— Charles Baudelaire

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Yesterday by W.S. Merwin

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Adrienne Rich (May 16, 1929 – March 27, 2012)

My heart broke when I came across the story about Adrienne Rich’s passing.  She was an amazing women, artist, and poet.  In honor of her many accomplishments and contributions to the world of poetry, this weekend will be all about her.

Please enjoy the below videos of some of her poetry being read aloud:

What are some of your favorite Adrienne Rich poems?

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