This poem plays off the Holy Offices, the liturgical prayers for set times of the day in the Roman Catholic and Anglican churches. But the poem is heretical. This “monastery” is out in nature, and this nature is violent and brilliant. The poem ends with lines from the night prayer, “Compline,” a recognition of our vulnerability. There’s a pun on “prime,” indicating prime numbers, and the Prime prayer for 6 a.m.
Rosanna Warren on "Offices" |
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From Cookbooks to Billboards: Poets Laureate Spread the Word
"Twenty-two poets around the country each will be receiving $50,000 grants for projects....Among this year's Fellows are: Michigan laureate Nandi Comer, whose billboard project includes excerpts from Michigan poets and a QR code directing readers to the Library of Michigan's website; Kansas laureate Traci Brimhall, who hopes to bring chefs and poets together for a state community cookbook; and Angelika Brewer, poet laureate of Ogden, Utah, who is working on a local archive."
via ABC NEWS |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Brian Teare on Taylor Johnson’s Inheritance
"Maybe you already know inheritance is vexed by paradox. Boon or burden, boon and burden? Each of us enters Johnson’s book through that singular, seemingly never settled and always unsettling noun, holding a small flat object labeled Inheritance. A thing made and possessed by another, and now—is it really yours? A thing given, but was it freely chosen? 'Extraordinary limitation,' Johnson writes, 'playing freedom.'" |
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