Read poetry. Learn the beauty of your language through its masters. I would like to read a poem a day, but it often doesn’t work out that way.
I recently read Herman Wouk Is Still Alive, a short story by Stephen King that won the 2011 Best Short Fiction Bram Stoker Award, and was struck by how the author weaved poetry with the fiction to such stunning effect. (Spoilers not given intentionally, just read the story available in The Bazaar of Bad Dreams short story collection. Oh, and read some more poetry.)
Discovering Bukowski recently. I thought I would share The Twins with you – read by the poet himself. It’s a poem that made me smile.
I’ll miss your ass.
“What just my ass?
I’ll get you a replacement.”
Will she speak the words you speak?
Or lull me with your lilt?
Or fuck like you?
Shall she raise her fists as you do?
Or bang heads with me?
I’ll miss your ass.
up the hill toward the fields.
a man and a boy and a plane.
what does my son carry today?
On roundabout green
Donning Santa hats.
Approaching cars fill with laughter,
Children in the back seats lean and point,
“Mummy, Daddy, look at the shee—”
Congratulations to B Anne Adriaens, poet, writer and member of the Nameless Writing Group who has made her first publication. The transatlantic webzine and online publisher of dystopian poetry, flash fiction and photography, The Bees Are Dead, has featured Miss B’s poem, CWM. Here’s what they said about it:
“This prosaic poem offers an unrelenting and vivid exposition of abandoned Welsh industry.
Adriaens takes us by the hand and pulls us through a rusting forest of steel; her descriptions confessing a strange base excitement amidst the unheimlich, intertwining context of the natural and mechanical.
From an objective point of view, the scenes within this poem could be that of a suburban love story, but via our narrator’s sensory stream of consciousness, we are treated to a speculative glimpse of the post-apocalyptic…”
And here’s the link to CWM.
Way to go, B!