damian entwistleToday's poem:
The Irish Cliffs of Moher
- by Wallace Stevens
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Moo Dog Press“Stevens worked briefly as a reporter for the New York Tribune, but the exposure to crime and despair proved to be too much for him, and he turned to practicing law.”
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Born in 1879 in Reading, Pennsylvania, Wallace Stevens is best known as a resident of Hartford, Connecticut, where he lived for almost forty years, until his death in 1955; he is buried in Cedar Hill Cemetery there. Stevens attended Harvard University in Boston, and in 1904 received a law degree from New York Law School. Stevens worked briefly as a reporter for the New York Tribune, but the exposure to crime and despair proved to be too much for him, and he turned to practicing law.
Rust
Mark CarriganWhere you yourself were never quite yourself and did not want nor have to be
You like it under the trees in autumn,
Because everything is half dead.
The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves
And repeats words without meaning.
In the same way, you were happy in spring
With the half colors of quarter-things
The slightly brighter sky, the melting clouds,
The single bird, the obscure moon—
The obscure moon lighting an obscure world
Of things that would never be quite expressed
Where you yourself were never quite yourself
And did not want nor have to be,
Desiring the exhilarations of changes
The motive for metaphor, shrinking from
The weight of primary noon,
The A B C of being,
The ruddy temper, the hammer
Of red and blue, the hard sound
Steel against intimation—the sharp flash,
The vital, arrogant, fatal, dominant X
– The Motive for Metaphor, by Wallace Stevens
Youngblood
TheNudeSurrealistA Postcard from the Volcano
Namatjira et al, 2025
Prompted by the text of the eponymous Wallace Stevens poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43432/a-postcard-from-the-volcano
Prompts in description
Judy ElfferichHoogste tijd.
Ooteoote-serie Poetry in motion, 520: Wallace Stevens, Ghosts as cocoons
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#poëzie #animatie #WallaceStevens #nuofnooit
Ooteoote-serie Poetry in motion, 520: Wallace Stevens, Ghosts as cocoons
https://bit.ly/PIM520-stevens
#poëzie #animatie #WallaceStevens #nuofnooit
Andrew Shieldswaiting to finish drinking a cup of coffee to say it
I’m Trying to Become Spirit
John Gallaher
#Poetry #JohnGallaher #SummersetReview #Spirit #Tennessee #WallaceStevens #MasonJar #ArchdukeFranzFerdinand
Jan van den Berg
George 🍦🚲 🥾 ✌️🌎 🌌¡Oye! The former Emperor of Ice Cream was just reminded that this is National Ice Cream Day! Thank goodness I was reminded. #IceCream #NationalIceCreamDay #EmperorOfIceCream #WallaceStevens
The former Emperor of Ice Cream knows how to snack: half chocolate chip and half ginger. #IceCream #snack #WallaceStevens