A Familiar Cadence

   What is the first poem you remember from your childhood? In my case, it was a Swedish prayer which was said before our meal. I can no longer recite the words, but the cadence stays with me even today. How about “Twinkle, twinkle little star…” or “Now I lay me down to sleep…”? Shall we take a poll? (more…)

Published in: on April 4, 2009 at 3:12 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Poetry will not die!

   I heard the collective gasp, to which I heartily contributed, at the recent report of poetry being a dying art form: http://www.newsweek.com/id/191012?from=rss . Upon reading it, I asked friends and colleagues “what’s to be done about this?” “Is it just drivel, designed to fill column space?” However, something about it was resonating, striking an unconscious chord. So, answering my own question and doing what I always do in situations like that, I put on my boots and prepared to march behind my pen ~ problem was, which direction to march? (more…)

Published in: on April 2, 2009 at 5:44 pm  Comments (4)  
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