Friday, December 10, 2010

Get Old, Flyblown, and Rue Nothing

I'm taking the day off to climb around Sugarloaf and/or throw 27 at Seneca, but first, that's a nice shirt:

And if I was Portland Timbers fan, when I saw the road rose

it'd be love.

More importantly, this :
Thomas Lux
Your baby grows a tooth, then two,
and four, and five, then she wants some meat
directly from the bone.  It's all

over: she'll learn some words, she'll fall
in love with cretins, dolts, a sweet
talker on his way to jail.  And you,

your wife, get old, flyblown, and rue
nothing.  You did, you loved, your feet
are sore.  It's dusk.  Your daughter's tall.

then my favorite song of 2010:

then please consider your refractions and negotiations with them in the box of prisms we live in when reading this.


  1. So is it the case that women rarely write poetry or just that you don't favor women poets so much?

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  3. Sorry, killed that for hurried typos. What I meant to say is:

    This will sound more defensive than I wish, but off the top of my head I think I've posted in the past couple of months Calvocoresi, CD Wright, Duhamel, Loden, Sexton, Wagner, Bang, Hejinian, Moore, Ruefle, Kenyon, and just two days ago Emanuel.

    Which isn't to say women don't get short-shrift in the poetry business (just like they do in the fiction or art business) because they *do* - not as much as once (open an anthology from 1990 versus, say, *American Hybrid* from a couple of years ago, for instance). I'll post more, especially since maybe now you don't think poetry is cheating(?).

  4. O/T: Anybody notice that old guy who has speaking Truth to Power in the Senate for the last 7 hours? That's MY Senator right there!!! w00t!

  5. I haven't decided about poetry. I don't think SF is cheating, though. It just provides a different base.

    I didn't mean to make you defensive. It was a genuine question.

    I know one woman poet who won an award for a poem about cow farts. I wasn't impressed. Perhaps I'm too shallow.

  6. Also, defending SF, The Handmaid's Tale explains in a way that couldn't otherwise be done.

  7. No worries. I knew it was a genuine question. And it's still a sore question in professional poetry.

    Oh, You whose name makes my head go "then the lightning will," I got the pun and had meant to respond, "Yes, well, Bill Clinton said that isn't sex."