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Patrilineal | Camera Lucida
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He remembers the day you brought the camera home. It was a bulky thing, a friendly mammoth. I like to imagine your face behind it was smiling. Though you never enter the frame. There are fifteen children at the party. Seven of them yours. You circle serpentine with the cords wrapped. Sweating under the weight of the machine. But you bear it. Because these are your children, seven of them. And they glow with rosy energy. The way the sun does just before it. Vanishes in a golden streak. The film you labore...
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W.S. Merwin | Camera Lucida
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This week I want to share a poem by W.S. Merwin called “Green Fields”. Merwin, whose interests in deep ecology are evident in his writing, now lives in Hawaii, cultivating rare palm trees. Read more of his poetry here. March 4, 2013. Finding Poetry in Lyrics. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Finding Poetry in Lyrics | Camera Lucida
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Finding Poetry in Lyrics. 8220;My ills are articulate/my woes are granular/The ants weigh more than the elephants/Nothing, nothing is manageable” Apple sings on “Left Alone”. These images are striking, unusual, and eloquent. To me, they far surpasses the standard lines that are a product of formulaic songwriting. Here are two of my favorites. Listen for the way these words blur the lines between popular music and poetry. And tagged conor oberst. February 19, 2013. On Ruth Stone and Being Chased by a Poem.
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Solar Retinopathy | Camera Lucida
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August 3, 2012. On Ruth Stone and Being Chased by a Poem →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. All the Way From Washington.
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All the Way From Washington | Camera Lucida
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All the Way From Washington. The black sour blood. On my face and hands. Our disorders are the same. It almost satiates me. To be yoked to identical undertows. Once I accidentally picked up the phone. You called me nancy. I had to concentrate. On backs of envelopes. About maslow’s hierarchy of needs. In a line that crimped. To resist the only thing that binds. The whirring of an extractor fan. Internal now as ribs. August 22, 2013. Shifting Cultivation →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Publications | Camera Lucida
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Publications: Books of Translation. Poems by Pilar Fraile Amador (bilingual), Skat Editores, 2014. Publications: Poetry and Fiction in Magazines and Journals. Spring 2014: Pronounless Love Poem. Fall 2013: Shifting Cultivation, Patrilineal. Spring 2013: Letters I, Japanese Clocks, 1129 Monroe, Moon Song. Spring 2012: Untitled 2, Falling Apart at This Volume, Aide-memoire. Fall 2013: The Anarchist. Publications: Translations in Magazines and Journals. Fall 2013: Letter to a Woman in Paris by Julio Cortázar.
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Elizabeth Davis | Camera Lucida
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How can I help it if this is the place. Where we left in checkered shirts. The stump of the tree. Joyful then at the thought of entrusting it to the earth. We imagined it would drip narcissus in crystals. A whole colony of blossoms. Splashed against its foot. A pelt of moss. That exhaled bell-shaped violets. They’d turn their heads. It is not forest anymore. But still we cocoon the stump with our bodies. Fingers curled like talons in the dirt. Mid-august heat lolls on skin. There is only thirst. The way ...
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On Ruth Stone and Being Chased by a Poem | Camera Lucida
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On Ruth Stone and Being Chased by a Poem. This week I read for the first time the work of Ruth Stone, an American poet who wrote poems of extraordinary honesty and insight for nearly nine decades. In the above video, Stone, age 93, recites several poems by memory, including “The Talking Fish”, one of my favorites. Stone often spoke of poems as things received, parts of the universe that she had to catch lest the lines slip away. Elizabeth Gilbert elaborates on this:. February 13, 2013. You are commenting...
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Shifting Cultivation | Camera Lucida
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How can I help it if this is the place. Where we left in checkered shirts. The stump of the tree. Joyful then at the thought of entrusting it to the earth. We imagined it would drip narcissus in crystals. A whole colony of blossoms. Splashed against its foot. A pelt of moss. That exhaled bell-shaped violets. They’d turn their heads. It is not forest anymore. But still we cocoon the stump with our bodies. Fingers curled like talons in the dirt. Mid-august heat lolls on skin. There is only thirst.
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