from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“Reading is essential for those who seek to rise above the ordinary.
We must not permit anything to stand between us and the book that could change our lives.”
Author: zdunno03
“you will never find yourself unless you quit preconceiving what you will be when you have found yourself.”
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“you will never find yourself unless you quit preconceiving what you will be when you have found yourself.”
The Art Spirit
People of the Future by Ted Berrigan
People of the future
while you are reading these poems, remember
you didn’t write them,
I did.
a picnic: for Chuck & the plant lady
she said
let’s have a picnic
you know
a blanket and we
egg salad sandwiches
warm ice tea
crumb cake a thermos
of Constant Comment Tea
fun in the shade
of an old apple tree
plastic forks napkins
for you and me
and ants flys mosquitoes
oh what glee
ah life is so different
for you for me
t.v. (2) by Anselm Hollo
funny
nazis!
twenty-five years
pass.
then,
more funny nazis!
Star Motel by Bill Berkson
Inside I could hear
a party of people
the aimless cars
and in the middle distance
inexorable murmurs
of the ice machines.
Dispersion and Convergence by Tom Clark
Like musical instruments
Abandoned in a field
The parts of your feelings
Are starting to know a quiet
The pure conversion of your
Life into art seems destined
Never to occur
You don’t mind
You feel spiritual and alert
As the air must feel
Turning into sky aloft and blue
You feel like
You’ll never feel like touching anything or anyone
Again
And then you do
big dog by Anselm Hollo
i bring you
this head,
full of breath–
takingly beautiful
images of yourself
& put it in
your lap.
now i breathe
more quietly.
now you pat me.
now i sign.
in a moment or two
i’ll get up and
be a man again.
from To Dispel the Cold: Two Poems on Spring: I: Small Pavilion by Hung Liang-chi
Where is the first sign of spring?
Spring comes earliest to a small pavilion:
Upon the shadow of a bamboo blind in the moonlight,
In the tender notes from a flute in the breeze,
In the greening of a branch breaking out at the tip,
In the drippings of a candle of red passion.
In the whispered words overheard past midnight,
In the scented breath wafted beyond the wall.
translated by Irving Lo
here is now
you say
I’ll wait for you
but sadly I know
daysweeksmonthsyears
melt into one
no one waits long
for one who doesn’t come
for here is now
and now I am
Leonard Durso 