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Asked why she had published so little—her entire canon was only some 400 poems—she replied gently that she had a waste-paper basket. Success left no dent in her reclusive modesty, and she would never claim that her external life was interesting. Imagine trying to make a film of a poet’s “hopelessly unphotogenic” life, she said: “Someone sits at a table or lies on a sofa while staring motionless at a wall or ceiling. Once in a while this person writes down seven lines, only to cross out one of them 15 minutes later, and then another hour passes, during which nothing happens Who…could stand to watch this kind of thing?

Wislawa Szymborska | The Economist

From last week’s obituary in The Economists. For my poet friends.

poets!

Also, a lot of poetry just confuses me.

littleorphanammo:

I try. I try to understand but metaphor wrapped in simile wrapped in allegory wrapped in analogy is too hard.

I feel like we need a poetry Tim Gunn to come in and tell people when they need to pull it back because it’s overworked.

Some of it is magical and wonderful and some of it…I get to the end and I’m all “wat?”

“No. Wat?!”

And yeah, I get the flow of the words and cadence and stuff but that, too, falls flat for me.

So I try to read it again and again:

“So you…are…talking about…wat?”

And then I go and watch the dubstep cat again.

this is going out to all my poet buddies out there.

The list of words found on the page is then sent to an artificial-intelligence algorithm that stores a statistical model of grammatical structures that has been derived from thousands of works of poetry and literature that it has read. This model is used to discover poetic structures within the new text that are statistically similar to what the program has been “inspired” by. As the poetry is being made, a projector that is suspended from above lights words on the page to reveal the poetry.

Now the machines are writing poetry.

The list of words found on the page is then sent to an artificial-intelligence algorithm that stores a statistical model of grammatical structures that has been derived from thousands of works of poetry and literature that it has read. This model is used to discover poetic structures within the new text that are statistically similar to what the program has been “inspired” by. As the poetry is being made, a projector that is suspended from above lights words on the page to reveal the poetry.

Now the machines are writing poetry.

group written poetry game, inspired by Lucky Magazine

“The Zac Came Back The Very Next Day”

I put a fake booger in my nose and pretended to have this awful cough.
It was a moral deception.
She had been talking about her cat all night.
Girl, that is not the cat I was interested in.
I was like, sorry, see you again never!
Oh, and by the way, I’m seeing your best friend.
Why’d you have to bring Zac Efron into it?

“The Morning Before The Night After”

There are those tired-eye mornings
but this one was earned.
She tongued her palette, remembering
…penis, penis, penis…
and my poor processed parrot, RIP, you poor fucking bastard.
I’ll never drink Stoli again.

citysleep:

My chapbook Birds of Tokyo is now available from dancing girl press. It’s about birds, Japan, needles, love, death, cultural appropriation, etc. All the good stuff.

Only $7 with free shipping! A meager price to pay to support small press publishing.

citysleep:

GPOYFMIIPLFTK

(Gratuitous Photo Of Your Finished Manuscript In Its Protective Lisa Frank Trapper Keeper)

YAY!

POETS!

Of course dogs don’t seem to lend themselves to verse quite so well, collectively, as cats.

T. S. Eliot (via theparisreview)

Auto Eliot. (Also he’s right.)

(via npr)

citysleep:

Happy Friday.

Can you do found haiku from their tweets?

Five of my "Getting Lucky" poems now up at LyreLyre. →

citysleep:

I’m in excellent company, too!

Above link bypasses the main Flash site, which has A/V content too, so here it is: LyreLyre.

These are awesome poems.

I once did a talk on Joyce in which I mentioned that he had the biggest chin I had ever seen on a human being, and T. S. Eliot wrote a letter saying that he had often seen chins as big as that on other Irishmen. Well, I didn’t know how to reply to that.

Frank O’Connor on James Joyce

(via meaghano)

Poets are jerks, people.

(via love-and-radiation)

POETS!