Tagged: poetry

November 30, 2014

November 30, 2014

November 30, 2014: MK Punky hosts “Revolutionary Words” at Elderberries Social Justice Café; 6PM sign-up, 7PM show.

The Greatest Good for the Greatest Number of Great People

The Government is supposed to punish criminals, which is why the Obama administration’s crusading Justice Department has given notice that the feds will seize America’s largest — and best organized, and best known — medical marijuana dispensary, in Oakland. The Citizenry is supposed to punish bad politicians by voting for good ones, which is why George...

A Cheap Trick that Might Be Something More

Better than Tristan and Isolde, better than the union of European Nations, the marriage of Form and Content is the zenith of harmonious blending, the devoutly wished for goal of writers and artists and anyone else in the business of making something from nothing — creating, that is — who strive to match message with medium,...

Poem: Comfort

Does having a certain system, an order of things when I shower, give me comfort? I suppose it does. The sequence is the sacrament. Starting with the shaving cream (the soap in a can that comes out foamy, not creamy in any way except linguistically), left to soak in the bristly beard while other duties are...

POEMJAZZ

Poet Robert Pinsky. Pianist Laurence Hobgood. Text, music, and the moment — what we hear on the new POEMJAZZ recording is two giant artists making something greater than the sum of its parts. While Pinsky recites his lovely words with his unlovely (but weirdly attractive) voice, Hobgood, the longtime arranger and accompanist for Kurt Elling,...

Poem: Father’s Day

Look for the tender part hiding beneath the armor. That’s where you’ll find the love and the care that’s too big to have a word. Altogether different from Mom’s, it feels at first more settled, less frantic. But when you live with it long enough and if you’re charitable, you’ll discover that Dad will never...

Poem: Henry Done Good

When you can make old men remember childhood  In suburban glades — it’s the trees that do the trick.  What a trick!  The stain of rape, washed away by acres of fruit trees and mown lawns.  Even birds from Central America want to visit, and then stay. For who needs to go  When all is...

In Praise of Rhiannon

Living in a culture where the surest way for a woman to achieve notoriety and celebrity is to inexpertly perform fellatio on a homemade sex tape, disingenuously decry its orchestrated release on the Internet, and then snag a “reality show” that broadcasts her inane yammering in excruciating detail, one desperately needs occasional doses of pure...

Poem: The Tree Regarding Himself

If there is nothing so lovely as a tree, what, in idle moments,  Does a tree gaze upon for pleasure?  The bird, yellow and daft?  The squirrel, dancing from trunk to branch, a ballerina on the bark?   Modesty, Mommy Nature says, is our greatest virtue. Recognize how small and insignificant your roots and branches and...

The Impulse to Take Offense

All of us, if we search widely enough, can find ourselves a minority group into which we can fit. Even if you’re a white male, there’s always something about you — your religious or sexual proclivities, your dressing habits, your viewpoint on animals or voting rights or the 2nd Amendment — that will situate you...