“poetry wants to be on every street corner
hissing from the cracks in the sidewalks
from the columns of print in the newspapers
on the lips of people on buses going to their
miserable jobs in the morning
poetry wants to be
in the prayers of dogs and the
screams of acrobats
in the terror of politicians
and the dreams of beautiful women“
Remembering David Lerner on his birthday. I wish more people knew & loved his poems.
Harold Norse. Magic. Don‘t assume my gender.
Kaufmann, a product of the consciousness especially of the past decade, sees an America slain by capital, a land that has left its felonious texture everywhere. The polarity of wealth and poverty ride with every mile, along with the underlying violence and desperado desolation that inhabit the American soul because of that polarized inequity. -- Jack Hirshman, from the Preface to Alan Kaufman's American Cruiser; photo from the poem Who Are We?
These are my Words, My Neon, Silicone, Carcinogenic Words. But this is my Poem, My Poem About Elvis. --Ken DiMaggio
I kept the faith, Don Walt, because I always knew you could sleep continents! Leap over the squalor! Leap over pain and suffering, and the ash heap we make of our earth! Leap into my arms. --Walt Whitman Strides the Llano of New Mexico, Rudolfo Anaya
...a new American poetry premised upon uncompromised integrity and the naked power of visionary words. The Academy had best make room for these descendants of Whitman's "Roughs" and Emerson's "Berserkers": Our poets can whip your poet's asses.
A pot of #tea and a small stack of some favorite #poetry for #WorldPoetryDay.
#BooksAndTea #BarbarianPress #LarkspurPress
pickStarting a new tradition of just-before-bed-poetry-reading with an old favorite anthology.
The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry | 
