Kategorie: Nordamerika

1. American Life in Poetry: Column 433

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Here’s an observant and thoughtful poem by Lisel Mueller about the way we’ve assigned human characteristics to the inanimate things about us. Mueller lives in Illinois and is one of our most distinguished poets. Things What happened is,… Continue Reading „1. American Life in Poetry: Column 433“

121. Midtown Correspondence 4

Die Beilage „The Arts“ der New York Times vom 30.7. enthält 8 Seiten, davon 1 TV-Programm, 1 Wetter + Werbung, 2 für Dinosaurer + TV, 4 Seiten für Musik, not a word of or on poetry. Das Boulevardblatt New York Post dagegen nennt auf… Continue Reading „121. Midtown Correspondence 4“

118. American Life in Poetry: Column 432

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE One of the most distinctive sounds in small-town America is the chiming of horseshoe pitching. A friend always carries a pair in the trunk of his car. He’ll stop at a park in some little town and start… Continue Reading „118. American Life in Poetry: Column 432“

117. He doesn’t like it

Tonight, Will Oldham, aka Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy, is performing at Town Hall. Among other things, he is an enemy of poetry. His sharpest and most prominent attack came in an essay in Poetry, in the June 2012 issue, in one of my favorite sections of the magazine—a… Continue Reading „117. He doesn’t like it“

115. Midtown Correspondence 3

Ansagen in der U-Bahn, die besagen, wegen Bauarbeiten halte der Zug nicht an bestimmten Bahnhöfen im Finanzdistrikt. Ein Insasse gegenüber erklärt seiner Nachbarin, das sei wegen dem Hurrikan Sandy. Überhaupt, er weiß bescheid. Im nächsten Atemzug: „The truth about 9/11?“ (Uptone). Die Wahrheit über… Continue Reading „115. Midtown Correspondence 3“

113. American Life in Poetry: Column 431

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Here’s a splendid poem by James Doyle, who lives in Colorado, about the way children make up mythic selves that will in some way serve them in life. To create one’s self as a palm reader is only… Continue Reading „113. American Life in Poetry: Column 431“

112. Midtown Correspondence 2

Gedichte gibt es hier (Midtown Manhattan) so wenig in den Zeitungen wie in Deutschland – also noch weniger. Von Europa aus kann man es übersehen, weil auf den Webseiten der Zeitungen Blogbeiträge deponiert sind. In den ersten beiden von mir gesichteten Ausgaben der New… Continue Reading „112. Midtown Correspondence 2“

111. 6.5 practices of moderately successful poets

So what are the 6.5 practices of moderately successful poets? No need to include spoiler alerts here. In spite of its tongue-in-cheek title, Skinner’s book mostly hurries past its how-to elements in favor of a conversation in print, an inviting coterie of one that’s… Continue Reading „111. 6.5 practices of moderately successful poets“

108. American Life in Poetry: Column 430

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE There are many fine poems in which the poet looks deeply into a photograph and tries to touch the lives caught there. Here’s one by Tami Haaland, who lives in Montana. Little Girl She’s with Grandma in front… Continue Reading „108. American Life in Poetry: Column 430“

107. Midtown News

Von diversen Standorten in und um Midtown Manhattan – momentan sehe ich den East River unter der Queensborobridge, ab und zu fährt der Schatten einer Seilbahn durchs Bild – werde ich die nächsten Tage bei Gelegenheit Gesehenes, Gehörtes und Gelesenes vermelden. Die SAC Capital… Continue Reading „107. Midtown News“

103. American Life in Poetry: Column 429

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Here’s a poem by Robin Chapman, from Wisconsin, that needs no introduction, because we’ve all known an elderly person who’s much like this one. Time My neighbor, 87, rings the doorbell to ask if I might have seen… Continue Reading „103. American Life in Poetry: Column 429“

102. Poetry refuses the harness

Poetry is the sea that cracks the frozen axe within us. It brings the Nothingness we need; Death enters the room with poetry’s spotlights—the gaps falling where they may—and causes anxiety or gives  escape.  (…) Unlike movements purporting to produce nothing in opposition to… Continue Reading „102. Poetry refuses the harness“

100. American Life in Poetry: Column 428

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Lots of us find ourselves under the interested fingers of dermatologists, who prosper on the fun we once had out in the sun. Here George Bilgere of Ohio, one of our most amusing American poets, sits back in… Continue Reading „100. American Life in Poetry: Column 428“

99. Counterargument – 3000 Books

It’s something of a sport to say that poetry is dying, but nearly 3,000 books currently on display in Battery Park City offer a strong counterargument. The 21st annual showcase at Poets House collects poetry books released in the past year by about 700 different publishers.… Continue Reading „99. Counterargument – 3000 Books“

98. American Life in Poetry: Column 427

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE You can’t get closer to our hunter-gatherer ancestors than by clawing in the earth with your fingers. Here’s a delightful poem about digging for bait by Marsha Truman Cooper, a Californian. A Knot of Worms As day began… Continue Reading „98. American Life in Poetry: Column 427“