By Charles Bukowski
Making a bet at the Muse is a mixture of hilarious poetry and tales. Charles Bukowski writes in regards to the actual lifetime of a operating guy and all that incorporates it.
Read or Download Betting on the Muse: Poems and Stories PDF
Best poetry books
Oose Sugar is an alchemical manuscript disguised as a set of poems, or vice versa. both manner, the primal fabrics of which this publication is comprised — love, intercourse, youth, space-time, melancholy, post-colonialism, and sugar — are movingly and mysteriously transmuted: now not into gold, yet right into a poet's philosopher's stone, within which language marries lifestyles.
"In strains that ring a bell in me of ways William Carlos Williams insisted that purely the mind's eye offers us entry to fact, Lasky's poems evoke a tradition of residing, as bloody and lousy and gorgeous as dwelling can ever be. "—Julia Bloch, Bitch
"The attractive factor approximately Lasky, in all her paintings, yet relatively the following, is her skill to create that very same feel of earnestness, the feel that she is telling you a mystery. "—InDigest journal, InDigest Picks
Go, courageous and delicate reader, with Dorothea Lasky to the "purple inn / the place the chicken lives. " select her, as you have got willingly long gone down the darkish passages prior to, along with her bare-faced poems for suggestions. Thunderbird's managed rage plunges into the black inside armed with not anything yet guts and Lasky's personal fiery center to mild the way in which.
Francis Ponge boldly pronounces his poetic aim in Mute gadgets of Expression: "To settle for the problem that gadgets supply to language. " those objects—less selected than got spontaneously—are perceived with inimitable Pongean humor and rendered into glimmering nonetheless lifes. He provides voice to the customarily overlooked facets of usual items and beings.
'All of Nichol’s paintings is stamped through his wish to create texts which are carrying out themselves in addition to in context, and to take advantage of oblique structural and textual units to hold that means. within the Martyrology other ways of talking testify to a trip via alternative ways of being. Language is either the poet’s teacher and, via its quite a few variations, the dominant 'image' of the poem.
- Stage a Poetry Slam: Creating Performance Poetry Events-Insider Tips, Backstage Advice, and Lots of Examples
- Selected Poems (Borzoi Poetry)
- Poetry of Han-Shan (S U N Y Series in Buddhist Studies)
- Hamburger Valley, California
- The Complete Poetry and Essential Prose of John Milton
- Neruda & Vallejo: Selected Poems
Additional info for Betting on the Muse: Poems and Stories
It sings still deeper, conjures by its spell Eurydice, the alley cat of Hell. “Meow, meow, Eurydice’s not dead. ” Too late, it was too late he fell. The sounds of singing and the sounds of Hell Become a swarm of angry orange flies And naked Orpheus, moon-shriveled, dies And rises leaving lost Eurydice. His heart falling upward towards humanity Howling and half-awake. 17 Spicer: My Vocabulary Did This to Me Part IV: Waking Heart wakes Twists like a cat on hot bricks Beating off sunlight. Now the heart slinks back to the blood And the day starts.
Most things happen in twilight When the earth dances And God is blind as a gigantic bat. The boys above the swimming pool receive the sun. Their groins are pressed against the warm cement. They look as if they dream. As if their bodies dream. Rescue their bodies from the poisoned sun, Shelter the dreamers. They’re like lobsters now Hot red and private as they dream. They dream about themselves. They dream of dreams about themselves. They dream they dream of dreams about themselves. Splash them with twilight like a wet bat.
A bird in time is worth of two in any bush. You can melt brush like wax; and birds in time Can sing. They call me bird-girl, parrot girl and worth The time of any bird; my vault a cage, My cage a song, my song a seal, And I can steal an unburnt lock of hair To weave a window there. 5 Spicer: My Vocabulary Did This to Me HOMOSEXUALITY Roses that wear roses Enjoy mirrors. Roses that wear roses must enjoy The flowers they are worn by. Roses that wear roses are dying With a mirror behind them. None of us are younger but the roses Are dying.