todd moore | love & death & teeth in the blood
Tuesday, September 11th, 2007
Dear Todd, thank you very much for sending me your latest work. I hope, a lot of people will send you a lot of orders. Monsieur K.
Archive: 'poetry'
mark weber | assembled zen
Saturday, September 8th, 2007
Cover Art by Scott Virtue “Kazutoki Umezu & Don Byron Duo, Knitting Factory, May 10, 1996 NYC”
featuring: Janet Simon, Tom Guralnick, Simon Welter, Roy Durfee, J.A.Deane, Eileen Sullivan, Alicia Ultan, Katie Harlow, Stefan Dill, Courtney Smith, Justine Flynn, Mark Weaver, Tommy, Lou Morales, Michael Anthony, Diego Arencon, Brent Leake, Paul Pulaski, Aaron Davidson, Jane Flynn, David Parlato, Patti Littlefield, Larry Goodell, Melissa Payne, Myra Melford, Brent T. Leake, J.B.Bryan, Ken Keppeler, Jeanie McLerie, Tom and Antonia Apodaca, Todd Moore and Mark Weber.
carl sandburg | poetry and people
Tuesday, September 4th, 2007
Looking for words and work on Labor Day, what greater American (Chicago ) poet than Carl Sandburg to remind us what we were all about, who we once were. Do yourself a favor: read some Sandburg. Remind your friends, your students, your children that once a upon a time in America, there was a poet of the people who said it all in plain English in the daily newspaper, all that needed to be said to men and women on their way to work with maybe a little hope in their hearts. CHICAGO POEMS…and THE PEOPLE, YES. Begin there. Norbert Blei
mark weber | four poems from new york city
Sunday, September 2nd, 2007
laura - Connie Crothers Quintet [3:23m]: Play Now | Play in Popup
under it all - Mark Weber & the Connie Crothers Quintet [1:28m]: Play Now | Play in Popup
under it all - Mark Weber & the Connie Crothers Quintet [1:28m]: Play Now | Play in Popup
mark weber | Em6
Saturday, September 1st, 2007
Mark Weber about Mark Weber:
Mark Weber grew up in Cucamonga, California, where he threw rocks at freight trains and has the distinct memory of hearing Sam the Sham singing “Wholly Bully” off in the distance, a mile away, over the loudspeakers at Upland Memorial Park’s baseball field, on summer afternoons watching the orange-purple Martian sunsets so prevalent to his smog-encrusted homeland. His alma mater is San Berdoo County Jail where he matriculated in cold turkey. Adovada. He published his first poem when he was 15 and he’s 53 now, and still, he suspects that 90% of everything he’s ever wrote is junk. Meanwhile, he’s preparing himself psychically, mentally, spiritually, and physically, for The Immortal Poem to occur to him. Do you hear me Lord? I’m ready. You send me that poem down, and I’ll type it up.
dorothy terry | anthracite night
Thursday, August 23rd, 2007
Today’s Poetry Dispatch is about mining–appropriately enough, given that old truism about poetry as daily news. Today’s poem is also about mining poetry, about the persistence of some poets given the bedrock reality of just who gets a good poem published these days, not to mention how and where. My point being, today’s dispatch is about a lot more than the poem itself–as excellent a poem as “Anthracite Night” is.
If there were any justice in this publishing world, “Anthracite Night” would appear in any number of major literary magazines—including Poetry, The Gettysburg Review, or any of the distinguished publications coming out of the South. But there is no justice, as anyone who’s been in this game long enough knows. There’s talent, there’s connections, and there’s just plain luck. And for many who spend a lifetime writing, honing their art, submitting their work to all the right publications only to be ignored or dismissed …well, as Dorothy says: “I do not have that much time left…”
Dorothy in some ways qualifies as “a poet’s poet.” Her work does not always come easy at first sight. You have to be drawn into her poems. Live there a while. Savor her lines, her choice of words, the bright glitter of the living thing demanding the heart and mind’s attention .
I was proud to include her great tribute and ‘study’ (in poems) of T.S. Eliot (THE FANTASTICAL TRAVELS OF TSE) which appears in the new Cross+Roads Press anthology of works in progress, OTHER VOICES. It was a bold venture/adventure that few practicing (determined) poets would make—recreate a time and a poet in one’s own vision. But Dorothy Terry continues to do this, the unexpected—risk everything for the sake of her art. And these are the writers who matter, sometimes pounding on doors to be heard till the silence is so overwhelming they set the poem free to land wherever it may. –Norbert Blei
