Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Poetry & Interview news

 -- Quote of the Day --

"The applause dies. Awards tarnish.
Achievements are forgotten.
Accolades and certificates are buried
with their owners.
The people who make a difference
In your life are not the ones
With the most credentials,
The most money,
Or the most awards...
They are the ones who cared."

~Charles Schulz


-- Brummets in the Media --

July 22nd Interview with Leslie Kohler on the Diva's Tool Box Radio: Writers Inspiration - " a place where creative people can gather and listen to writers of fiction on how, and where they find their inspiration."  Today Leslie and I will be focusing the discussion on my poetry book: Towards Understanding and also on how writers can use blogs in their marketing plan. Please join us tomorrow morning at 11 AM - Pacific - or access the archived show at your convenience via: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/leslie-kohler


-- Buy Poetry For Your Significant Other Month --

 
As promised, this blog will be celebrating Buy Poetry For Your Significant Other Month (July) by sharing poetry from published writers. Submission guidelines can be found on the July 3rd posting on this blog. (scroll down to find previous posts). * We have 1 more guest poets lined up before the end of July rolls around. Today we'll be featuring a poem written by Anca Vlasopolos:

Award-winning author Anca Vlasopolos has released a number of books already in her career: a novel, a memoir, and 3 poetry collections.  She is also the associate editor of Corridors Magazine. She was born in 1948 in Bucharest, Rumania. Her father, a political prisoner of the Communist regime in Rumania, died when Anca was eight. After a sojourn in Paris and Brussels, at fourteen she immigrated to the United States with her mother, a prominent Rumanian intellectual and a survivor of Auschwitz. Anca is a professor of English and Comparative Literature at Wayne State University in Detroit, Michigan. She is married to Anthony Ambrogio, a writer and editor; they have two daughters.

*She didn't tell me which book this particular poem was excerpted from, however you can find out more about her work at: www.vlasopolos.com


Calls to Passage

* Authors Note: In American Midwestern suburbs, some people decorate their porches with cement geese that they costume according to holidays.

This evening, late September, light halves the visible.
The vault still rosy and blue and gray, though pierced
through by a quivering point of star, the sidewalk
so dark that streetlights wind leaves already act out
their shadow play.
And this small mass on lawn?  A fallen migrant, a rodent
frozen at footsteps?  or, sigh relief, just a crumpled
leaf.  Of a sudden honks tumble from on high, honk
honk, as if breaking entrance to that other sky, of light,
of place where suns set so much later.  The V passes in a blink,
itself only a denser gray of wavering air, vanishes long
before the shattering calls.  In the silence of their wake do you not hear
first the rustle of the unsnapping, the shedding,
the letting go, then don't you see it, the stupid concrete
mold made to bear our caprices as uniforms--witch's hat,
Easter basket and flowery dress, et cetera--to fit our seasons?
Look, can you see in our obscure below,
how it stretches stone wings, unwinds long neck, from a puddle
of premature orange and black clothes,
takes off




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1 comment:

  1. I love this poem! Even in this midsummer month when birds aren't even thinking of migrating, it's powerfully evocative.

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