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hey poetry-f(r)iends

besttumblr:

especially LH and CP

check out muriel rukeyser, she’s the best/most badass

this woman had like three strokes and still lay on the senate floor to protest vietnam

also she wrote killer modernist poetry about environmental disaster, war, capitalism, and racism

Thanks for the suggestion! Oh lands, the baddest ass and I’m particularly into “Conjugation of the Paramecium” http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15667 and this excerpt from “Elegy in Joy” http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/22181 

I’ll definitely keep an eye out for more of her!

Also I see that post title. Well joked.

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Janis Joplin
Me and Bobby McGee

Janis Joplin - Me & Bobby McGee

        Obligatory annual Janis, because she’s summer to me.

Filed under SUMMER Janis Joplin BobbyMcGee

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poetrysince1912:

unbridled Pegasus, the winged fraternal twinwho kicked at Helicon, and from whose hoofprint sprungthe mirror flash among the cromlechs’ twilitfossil hordes, the crumbling monuments of horror—Amy Clampitt, Poetry, March 1985
journalofanobody:

When you get over the anxiety, you discover you should have been mad a long time ago.
 
—Amy Clampitt

poetrysince1912:

unbridled Pegasus, the winged fraternal twin
who kicked at Helicon, and from whose hoofprint sprung
the mirror flash among the cromlechs’ twilit
fossil hordes, the crumbling monuments of horror

—Amy Clampitt, Poetry, March 1985

journalofanobody:

When you get over the anxiety, you discover you should have been mad a long time ago.
 
—Amy Clampitt

(via leopoldgursky)

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gammasandgerunds:

from Deaf Republic: 4

“You must speak not only of great devastation
but of women kissing in the yellow grass!”

I heard this not from a philosopher
but from my brother Tony

who could do four haircuts in thirteen minutes,
his eyes closed, reciting our National Anthem to the mirror.

“You must drink cucumber vodka and naked sing all night
Unite women and boys of the Earth!”

He played the accordion out of tune in a country
where the only musical instrument is the door.

“Speak not of great devastation”
so said my brother, who could not write or read

but spent his days covered in other people’s hair.

Ilya Kaminsky, Poetry May 2009 (thanks to Lindsey!)

(Source: poetryfoundation.org)