I can’t recall how I found this video of Andrea Hope (a poet living in the northwest) but I liked the poem and thought I’d share it.
If you like Andrea, you can find her online at andreahope.tumblr.com or search by her name on YouTube for more poems.
I love poetry but sometimes people fail to see the connection or appreciate this form of prose, so I was really happy when I stumbled upon this video of 15-year old Noah St. John who shared his story at the Youth Speaks Grand Slam Championship late last year. I’d really suggest you watch the full six minutes. I was very touched and think you will be too.
It wets my foot, but prettily,
It chills my life, but wittily,
It is not broken-hearted:
Well used, it decketh joy,
Ill used, it will destroy,
In perfect time and measure
With a face of golden pleasure
On occasion I like to post poems. While visiting blogs I enjoy reading, I stumbled upon a post by The Closet Professor
who wrote a bit about this prolific 19th century poet from Boston and Concord, MA.
What I like about the poem how Emerson uses the meter and rhymes to create images so vividly and beautifully expressed. Regardless, I wanted to say thank you to The Closet Professor for sharing this poem and I wanted to pass it along.
I love poetry even though sometimes I cannot follow or fully appreciate the prose. Yesterday’s Presidential Inauguration featured Richard Blanco reading his poem One Today to the President and the nation. Blanco is a Cuban-American who happens to be gay and lives in New England (Maine to be exact). In lieu of posting the full text (which you can read here), I’ve inserted the video of his reading. His poem stresses unity and the common bonds that touch us all.
My brother is getting married later today so I thought I’d share a poem befitting the occasion.
The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to ocean -
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition.
Devotion was written by American Poet, Robert Frost, and first published in 1928. I love the simplicity of this poem and the imagery he evokes to describe such a personal and intimate concept.
If you don’t learn to write your own life story,
someone else will write it for you.
As I mentioned previously, April is National Poetry Month so when I happened to see To be heard on PBS I was glued to my television. This documentary tracks three teenagers from the South Bronx as they tell their stories of friendship, love and struggle, and show how a radical poetry class inspires them to change. The documentary also shows how language and in particular poetry brings people together.
Check out the trailer To Be Heard
I love poetry because it can evoke strong feelings. That may sound strange, because I hear people say they don’t “get” poetry. But when I ask these people when was the last time they read poetry they refer back to when they were in class. Can you imagine what one might think of music if your sole experience was from music class? I’m pretty certain shows like American Idol and The Voice wouldn’t be on television.
Poetry is a lot like music. The trick is finding poets who speak to you.
Poetry inserts art into the form of communicating and can beautifully describe abstracts like love and faith. Poetry can also perfectly capture and describe a moment or feeling with amazing elegance.
I thought I’d share an excerpt from a poem in honor of national poetry month. This poem is appropriately named Boston and is a bit naughty.
I watched two men
press hard into
each other, their bodies
caught in the club’s
bass drum swell,
and I couldn’t remember
when I knew I’d never
be beautiful, but it must
have been quick
and subtle, the way
the holy ghost can pass
in and out of a room.
I want so desperately
to be finished with desire,
the rushing wind, the still
If you are intrigued you can read the full poem online or purchase Aaron Smith’s book Blue on Blue Ground. He even has a rather interesting poem about Brad Pitt.