Archive for the ‘poetry’ Category

Benedetti and the south: 15 Minutes on Latin America

Monday, May 18th, 2009

In today’s podcast at 11AM Eastern:

A few words on Uruguayan writer Mario Benedetti and El sur también existe.

Rubber Ducky Science

Friday, November 14th, 2008

My latest post, Rubber Ducky Science, is up at LadyBlog. Please read it and leave a comment!

Please also note that today’s podcast is a poetry slam with my friend Jane, with a patriotic theme. We’ll be on at 7PM Eastern. You can listen to the podcast here. The call in number is 646 652-2639. Join us!

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Today’s podcast at 7PM Eastern: Halloween poetry slam!

Friday, October 31st, 2008

UPDATE, Saturday 1 November
The poetry slam was something else! For the first half hour the switchboard didn’t work, so start listening at the 30-minute mark, and then we had a wonderful time. Jane Goodwin, Shane and Frank were there, along with the recurrent audio of Vincent Price, which kept popping up whether we wanted it or not.

Haunted? only with laughter!

Earler,
Jane Goodwin‘s back with more poetry, and it’s Halloween, so we’ll combine every theme and add a few spooky poems to the mix. Call in with your favorites!

Chat’s open at 6:45PM, and the call in number is 646 652-2639. Join us!

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Poetry slam tonight at 7PM Eastern!

Friday, October 17th, 2008

UPDATE
You can listen to the podcast here

Jane Goodwin‘s back for another poetry slam!

Chat’s open now, and the call in number is 646 652-2639. Join us with your favorite poems!

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Last night’s Poetry Slam

Saturday, September 27th, 2008

My friend Jane asked for a Poetry Slam podcast, and I gladly agreed. You can listen to the podcast here.

Siggy and Richard Fernandez, and callers Zen and Shiva joined in.

Jane read To Be Invisible in the 21st Century, Siggy read The Soldier by Rupert Brooke (who, as Richard mentioned died of a mosquito bite), and Shiva and Zen read their own poetry. Richard recited Phillippine prison poetry in Tagalog and English,

Lumipas ang panahon
Unti-unting nalalagas and dahon ng kalendaryo
Ang limutin kita ay hindi ko magagawa
Ang limutin mo ako ikaw ang bahala

Time fleets by
The leaves of the calendar fall
You always will forget me
Though I cling to your ghost
Like a pall

We had such a good time that Jane asked for more, so we’ll be back next Friday at 7PM Eastern. Join us!

8PM Eastern: Poetry slam!

Friday, September 26th, 2008

My friend Jane asked for a poetry slam, and poetry slam we’ll have! Siggy will be smokin’ and you can call in and join us with your favorite poem.

Chat opens at 7:45PM and the call in number is 646 652-2639. Join us!

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Today’s podcast at 10AM Eastern: Poetry day!

Friday, September 19th, 2008

You can listen to the podcast here
No politics, no bad news, just poetry!

Val Prieto, Siggy and others will be calling in.

Join us and call 646 652-2639 with your favorite poem! Chat’s open at 9:45AM.

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Saturday night Leonard

Saturday, April 21st, 2007

Via Pamela

Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don’t even know the name
But if I did, well really, what’s it to you?
There’s a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn’t matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn’t much
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch
I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah


Be well, my friends

Hillary’s new fan club, and today’s items

Friday, January 26th, 2007

The Daily Gut is starting a Hillary fan club. Via Pajamas Media, Hillary Clamps Down. She’s going to need all the fan clubs she can get; Gerard Baker sure isn’t a fan: The vaulting ambition of America’s Lady Macbeth

There are many reasons people think Mrs Clinton will not be elected president. She lacks warmth; she is too polarising a figure; the American people don’t want to relive the psychodrama of the eight years of the Clinton presidency.

But they all miss this essential counterpoint. As you consider her career this past 15 years or so in the public spotlight, it is impossible not to be struck, and even impressed, by the sheer ruthless, unapologetic, unshameable way in which she has pursued this ambition, and confirmed that there is literally nothing she will not do, say, think or feel to achieve it. Here, finally, is someone who has taken the black arts of the politician’s trade, the dissembling, the trimming, the pandering, all the way to their logical conclusion.

If Mr. Baker ever comes to Princeton I’ll buy him a beer.

Which brings me to Francis Porretto’s excellent essay, Broken Premises Part 3: Is It The Words Or The Tune That Matters?

Rare is the politician, on either side of the divide between the parties, who can be relied upon speak clearly and to the point, and always to call things by their right names. Porfessional pols and their staffs might not believe Sapir and Whorf’s conjecture that words have the power to shape reality, but their confidence in the power of words to shape popular convictions appears boundless.

George Orwell’s landmark essay “Politics and the English Language” is replete with piercing observations about the insidiousness of such rhetoric. Among its many powerful points is that we must know what a thing is to argue for or against it:

Stuart Chase and others have come near to claiming that all abstract words are meaningless, and have used this as a pretext for advocating a kind of political quietism. Since you don’t know what Fascism is, how can you struggle against Fascism? One need not swallow such absurdities as this, but one ought to recognize that the present political chaos is connected with the decay of language, and that one can probably bring about some improvement by starting at the verbal end. If you simplify your English, you are freed from the worst follies of orthodoxy. You cannot speak any of the necessary dialects, and when you make a stupid remark its stupidity will be obvious, even to yourself. Political language — and with variations this is true of all political parties, from Conservatives to Anarchists — is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.

Orwell’s essay should be required reading for every American who thinks himself qualified to vote, or to hold a political opinion. Much of the damage that has been done to freedom these past eighty years has passed into law under the cover of “terms of art,” periphrases and circumlocutions of the sort it describes.

The West and Islam: “Hurray! We’re capitulating” (via Real Clear Politics)

All the events of last spring are only a foretaste of something much bigger, something still unnamed. And when it ends, those who have managed to escape will ask themselves: Why didn’t we see the handwriting on the wall when there was still time? If Muslim protests against a few harmless cartoons can cause the free world to capitulate in the face of violence, how will this free world react to something that is truly relevant? It is already difficult enough to see that Israel is not merely battling a few militants, but is facing a serious threat to its very existence from Iran. All too often it is ignored that Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad has already taken the first step by calling for “a world without Zionism” — a call that pro-Israel Europeans only managed to condemn with a mild, “unacceptable.” How would they react if Iran were in a position to back up its threats with nuclear weapons?

Kenneth Stein’s My Problem with Jimmy Carter’s Book (Stein was a Fellow at the Carter Center; h/t Not Exactly Rocket Science) ties in well with Jimmy Carter: Too many Jews on Holocaust council. As Stephen Pollard said,

The problem is that Carter does not provide an alternative view but the view from an alternative universe, with facts which are non-facts, events which are ignored and clear justifications for suicide terrorism.

What a disgrace Jimmy is.

Dr. Krauthammer

There are three serious things we can do now: Tax gas. Drill in the Arctic. Go nuclear

Meanwhile in Cuba,
Weekend at Fidel’s
As Taranto said yesterday,

No One Can See Him, That’s How Fast He’s Running
“No Sign of Fidel as Cubans Wait, Wonder”–headline, Associated Press, Jan. 24
“Chavez Says Castro ‘Almost Jogging’ “–headline, Associated Press, Jan. 24

The Beeb found one guy blogging from Cuba. Make no mistake, that blogger has to toe the line.

If Cuban prisoner of conscience Prospero Gainza can sew his mouth shut as a defiant and symbolic gesture of protest, we can all show solidarity by fasting every Friday for our incarcerated brothers and sisters on the island.

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Pastimes
I signed up for Twitter, where you can post updates on what you are doing during your day. Since I live a pedestrian and totally uninteresting life, I’m posting short quotes from poems I’ve read over the years.

Today’s verse is the first line from Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s Frost at Midnight, in keeping with this morning’s cold weather.

Look at the pink box in the sidebar for each day’s verse.