This poem, which appears somewhere near the middle of my book of prose poems, "The World to Come," reveals the seam where a visible reality meets with the invisible. The world is full of big and small knives, and though the connection between father and son, and even the head and body, are severed in the moment, the speaker can sense that the channels stay open; the rule will hold.
David Keplinger on "Basket" |
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"Jamaican Dub Poet Jean ‘Binta’ Breeze Dies"
"Breeze, considered one of the most important and influential contemporary poets, was a regular performer at literary festivals in both the UK and across the world. She had trained at the Jamaican School of Drama and began writing poetry in the 1970s. Breeze went on to write 10 books of poems and stories, and released five albums of her work."
via THE GUARDIAN |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Susan Tichy on Thomas A. Clark's The Threadbare Coat
"Unlike volumes that map a career, guiding readers through each book a poet has published, The Threadbare Coat offers poems from various publications sequenced to lead us anew up paths and across hillsides, to 'the fort of stillness' or 'the quiet island,' into 'woods & water' and 'sweet vernal grass,' at the speed of footsteps or the 'speed of the running wave.'" |
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