Comments on: american life in poetry http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2010/03/10/american-life-in-poetry-9/ Mon, 03 May 2010 01:01:02 -0500 http://wordpress.org/?v=abc hourly 1 By: combien? « Metrophobic http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2010/03/10/american-life-in-poetry-9/comment-page-1/#comment-14775 combien? « Metrophobic Sun, 14 Mar 2010 00:54:57 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=10105#comment-14775 [...] me sad, angry, a little bitter and jealous, and finally exhausted. Jean Nordhaus’ “A Dandelion for My Mother” has me feeling sentimental, then turns me toward grief and a real sense of [...] [...] me sad, angry, a little bitter and jealous, and finally exhausted. Jean Nordhaus’ “A Dandelion for My Mother” has me feeling sentimental, then turns me toward grief and a real sense of [...]

]]> By: Mechaieh http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2010/03/10/american-life-in-poetry-9/comment-page-1/#comment-14700 Mechaieh Fri, 12 Mar 2010 01:47:51 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=10105#comment-14700 Wow. What a poem. *saves* Wow. What a poem. *saves*

]]> By: SarahJ http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2010/03/10/american-life-in-poetry-9/comment-page-1/#comment-14642 SarahJ Thu, 11 Mar 2010 08:28:27 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=10105#comment-14642 Lovely ending to this. thanks. Lovely ending to this. thanks.

]]> By: Therese Broderick http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2010/03/10/american-life-in-poetry-9/comment-page-1/#comment-14606 Therese Broderick Wed, 10 Mar 2010 13:41:36 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=10105#comment-14606 What a powerful metaphor -- "pale cerebrums clinging to life on tough green stems" What a powerful metaphor — “pale
cerebrums clinging to life
on tough green stems”

]]> By: jmcneely http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2010/03/10/american-life-in-poetry-9/comment-page-1/#comment-14599 jmcneely Wed, 10 Mar 2010 07:15:35 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=10105#comment-14599 This is a great encouragement! As a musician, I've found that one is always aware of and building the influence of one's predecessors, as music is a cultural art. I think that poetry, and life, are similar; there is no power in constantly trying to be novel. I actually wrote about this and posted something last week in response to a prompt: http://jimmcneely.blogspot.com/2010/03/rhythm.html all of life finds its beauty in the repetition. So, I agree that if one is moved by dappled shadows and daffodils, there are probably a million more great poems to be written about these things, and not just as cynical references. This is good encouragement. This is a great encouragement! As a musician, I’ve found that one is always aware of and building the influence of one’s predecessors, as music is a cultural art. I think that poetry, and life, are similar; there is no power in constantly trying to be novel. I actually wrote about this and posted something last week in response to a prompt:

http://jimmcneely.blogspot.com/2010/03/rhythm.html

all of life finds its beauty in the repetition. So, I agree that if one is moved by dappled shadows and daffodils, there are probably a million more great poems to be written about these things, and not just as cynical references. This is good encouragement.

]]>