Tag: Poetry

Brenna Twohy slams it out of the park with her poem ‘Fantastic Breasts and Where to Find Them’

Don’t you give me raw meatand tell me it is nourishment,I know a slaughterhouse when I see one - Brenna Twohy Hailing from Portland, Oregon Brenna Twohy's performance was one of the highlights of the 2014 National Poetry Slam take took place in Oakland last month. Her poem 'Fantastic Breasts and Where to Find Them,' a powerful combination that is part homage to Harry Potter and part feminist response to porn and male aggression, is a stark reminder of the sexual madness that still permeates our male-dominated culture.  Just her coming up with the term 'Potterotica' was enough to get my vote.  [youtube]http://youtu.be/bXey2_i7GOA[/youtube] Here...

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Of Interest: Inside Charlie’s Chocolate Factory, Cascadia, Poems from the Typewriter, Virility Rituals…

Inside Charlie's Chocolate Factory: The Complete Story of Willy Wonka, the Golden Ticket, and Roald Dahl's Most Famous Creation by Lucy Mangan. Foreword by Sophie Dahl. Puffin Books, 2014. Looking for a nice way to celebrate the 50th anniversary of Roald Dahl's classic,  Charlie and the Chocolate Factory? Inside Charlies's Chocolate Factory provides a in-depth look at the life of this classic. From its publishing history to the history of its illustrators to the movie adaptations to the overall impact the book has had on our culture the book will surely add a sprinkle to Dahl cannon. Who knew that the book was originally published in...

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Maya Angelou: Another Great Tree Falls

Amiri Baraka, Maya Angelou, and Toni Morrison at James Baldwin’s funeral, December 1987 In 1987 Maya Angelou wrote this poem upon hearing of James Baldwin's passing and read it at his funeral.   "When Great Trees Fall" by Maya Angelou  When great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety.When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil into silence,their senseseroded beyond fear.When great souls die,the air around us becomeslight, rare, sterile.We breathe, briefly.Our eyes, briefly,see witha hurtful clarity.Our memory, suddenly sharpened,examines,gnaws on kind wordsunsaid,promised walksnever taken.Great souls die andour reality, bound tothem, takes leave of...

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Easter with Yeats

Easter, 1916. by W.B. Yeats. 4to, original bright green printed wrappers. Easter, 1916, the first publication of one of Yeats’ greatest poems, and the rarest of all of the poet’s publications.The Easter Rising and the Proclamation of the Irish Republic began on Monday, April 24, and lasted until April 30, 1916.Of the uprising Yeats wrote: The Dublin tragedy has been a great sorrow and anxiety. . . . I have little doubt there have been many miscarriages of justice. . .  I had no idea that any public event could so deeply move me – and I am very despondent about the...

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