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The Nuyorican Poets Café, the legendary venue that opened first in the mid 1970s, closed in the early '80s and then re-opened in the late '80s, is one of the cultural gems that keep NYC the hotbed of creativity that it has always been.
In honor of Memorial Day, I've selected two poems from the past and one from the present to help remember the sacrifices of our soldiers.
Until very recently, I was one of the unemployed-no-longer-looking-for-work, but I have changed that status. I apply for positions here and there: positions that might earn me a little gas money, but certainly not pay my health insurance.
The trials and tribulations, both artistic and personal, of this singular crew would make a compelling story. However, the characters of February House are drawn in brushstrokes; there isn't enough at stake.
This month, the series focuses on just two collections: works of such extraordinary merit that they require a longer-than-usual treatment: Peter Gizzi's Threshold Songs and Dean Young's Bender: New and Selected Poems.
Over the years, critics have justly celebrated her work, and those who dismissed her for her tendentiousness have found themselves on the wrong side of history. The more time you spend with the poems, the more precise and revelatory they seem.
As in life, some packages disappoint. But the ones that deliver on deep delight do so hugely. They are worth waiting for. They are worth savoring. They breathe. They stir. They sing. They linger. Pity the Beautiful is a shining example.
Poetry has been my quiet and humble redeemer, and it has also taught me that there is nothing that art can't hold, no matter how dark.
Image courtesy of Joe Webb Celestial Seasonings Flight of the bumblebee next door, the neighbor's kettle's voice through her screened window at t...
I felt myself breaking down. I kept thinking back to the things I never did, that I would never be able to do with her. I began to mourn my Mother while she was still alive.
It was clear to many in the room that she was providing the missing feminine voice capable of renewing the Goddess Movement on a global level after it disappeared underground following the backlash of its New Age commercialization in the '80s.
The late 1800s marked the height (or length, as the case may be) of beards. Then, in the beginning of the 20th century, facial air fell out of favor, and for a long time it seemed like the collected wisdom of the great bearded age went with it.
Jessica Kristie has the ability to soften and hone the edges of harsh reality and turn even the darkest of life's moments into beauty. Powerful, honest, evocative and achingly beautiful, Dreaming of Darkness is a stunning collection.
Let's break out the sequins and the feather boas and have dessert first!
Admit it. You think poetry holds no meaning for you and is just something that bored you in school. Maybe you liked a few love poems that first time y...
Girl Glue -- It's a bond that means you will ALWAYS have someone by your side no matter what.
