Poet Interview – Hiram Larew

Grab a beverage of your choice and come spend some time with Hiram and Susi! You’ll learn more about the anthology and get to know Hiram a little better too.

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Legendary

During the last week of April, I listened to Meryl Streep read Marianne Moore’s piece – Poetry – during a program sponsored by the Academy of American Poets. The event was called Poetry & the Creative Mind — Virtual Gala Supporting National Poetry Month. Meryl Streep’s reading – A.MAZ.ING.

Wanting to see if it was just the perfect actress reading the poem or a truly standalone incredible poem, I searched for it on their website. A.MAZ.ING.

Wouldn’t you agree?

Poetry

Marianne Moore – 1887-1972

I too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle.
   Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers that there is in
   it after all, a place for the genuine.
      Hands that can grasp, eyes
      that can dilate, hair that can rise
         if it must, these things are important not because a

high-sounding interpretation can be put upon them but because they are
   useful; when they become so derivative as to become unintelligible, the
   same thing may be said for all of us—that we
      do not admire what
      we cannot understand. The bat,
         holding on upside down or in quest of something to

eat, elephants pushing, a wild horse taking a roll, a tireless wolf under
   a tree, the immovable critic twinkling his skin like a horse that feels a flea, the base—
   ball fan, the statistician—case after case
      could be cited did
      one wish it; nor is it valid
         to discriminate against “business documents and

school-books”; all these phenomena are important. One must make a distinction
   however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry,
   nor till the autocrats among us can be
     “literalists of
      the imagination”—above
         insolence and triviality and can present

for inspection, imaginary gardens with real toads in them, shall we have
   it. In the meantime, if you demand on the one hand, in defiance of their opinion—
   the raw material of poetry in
      all its rawness, and
      that which is on the other hand,
         genuine, then you are interested in poetry.

From Others for 1919: An Anthology of the New Verse, edited by Alfred Kreymborg. This poem is in the public domain.

Anger Of The Gods

The auger pushed deeper into the dirt, and we watched as the workers lamented the sweat pouring off their bodies. With each swirling grind into the earth’s thickness, it was as if the gods were moaning. Deep rumbling sounds escaped while the darkness of the skies emerged—the signs of augur all around us, even as the women blessed the ground. 

We watched as the women lay more offerings down on the ground near the workers. One beautiful young girl took off her lei and put it on the big digger, praying for protection.

Right then, red, hot lava spewed out.

Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Saturday Mix

Reblog – Fixture by Logan Gorg

Oh, this piece is filled with so much commitment, love, joy, and empowerment. I felt it all with every line. Enjoy!

Faith, Health, and Other Musings

You’ve taken up residence

in my heart

and grow

every day more immovable;

when I peer into the cabinets

and corners

I can’t help but to think

I love what you’ve done with it.

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