I’m happy to announce that we are rebooting our Poem of the Week feature here at THEthe. Every Thursday, THEthe will post a poem by an author that an editor has solicited. Every month, one of our contributors takes a turn at being the editor. Hopefully this will guarantee a nice diversity of tastes and styles. We hope that you enjoy this feature in the future as much as we think we’ll enjoy posting it. I (Micah) will take the reins for the remaining Thursdays of November. The inaugural poem of our relaunch is by Rosanne Wasserman. Enjoy! Limits Ow, why are walls so hard? Somebody’s mom could walk through them: Not every dream sequence needs dwarves, Though I get giants, like that Trevor Winkfieldian Unfolding himself from a pillow in Louisville, Half of a scissors-pair, wearing a boot, Human face inside handle-loop. We questioned him like an oracle: “What’s [...]
This month Metro Rhythm is proud to present five outstanding poets: Meghan O’Rourke, Eleanor Lerman, Sarah V. Schweig, Zachary Pace and Jay Deshpande. The reading will be held at Blue Angel Wines in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Related posts: Things to Know, Celebrate, Cherish: MAGGY POETRY CONTEST NOTES ON NOISE {insert shrug} Timothy Donnelly’s The Cloud Corporation Launch
THEthe’s will be presenting her poetry comics in Burlington, Vermont’s at the Painted Word Poetry Series this Wednesday, October, 27th. There was word on the of a road trip from NYC. Related Posts Things to Know, Celebrate, Cherish: Harry Mathews’ New Poetry Book, Upcoming Reading Dorothea Lasky’s POETRY IS NOT A PROJECT or Cutting More Lines in the Cosmic Divide Some images from the original archive are unavailable. Private: Lookin’ for a Few Good Poetry Book Reviewers The Flaming Poodle of the Mind: Poetry Readings, Vaudeville & Louise Gluck’s Legs
for David Shapiro I PARITY Underneath the garden, loose stars stapled to ribbed snail shells in octaves of sky, the revised mistranslation of a black pool expects what an inveterate tuba suggests: a broken interflow inhabiting the honeysuckle– but diction is unlivable, a plastic replica stuck in low tides, the snow’s psyche nearby, and the pool, its live-in help, third-persons the loud night, its open mouth an analogy of vowels… Such fierce quantums ingest roman à clefs, gondolas drifting on changed names below rows of dead windows. Oh, the globe’s pallor is so themelessly narrow, its doors glamorous and blind. Messy cement, set by geometrics, cannot fix it, though music’s lost paragraph can. II EVERYBODY HATES LOVE… its pale-colored loops. mental and spiritual, its woeful exaggerations primitive as tequila resonated through salt in vacuums invented by thieves– lorry lingo, islets, milkweed– and, yet, its purple-and-silver drivers get a groom’s reprieve, [...]
Genevieve Burger-Weiser’s poems have appeared in or are forthcoming from Boston Review, Western Humanities Review, Washington Square Review and Juked. She lives in Brooklyn, New York. Related Posts “Via” by Amy Lawless April 2, 2010 “The Sweetness of Herbert” by Stuart Krimko February 18, 2010 Partial board meeting April 8, 2010 {insert shrug} February 13, 2010 “Concerto Grosso” […]
It’s been a year since that goddamned horse died and I have yet to pick up the pieces. It brought me water on down that road. It took the tarp with buck’d teeth and made a tent by lifting it over the low branches of a nearby tree. It’s been a year since that goddamned horse died and I’ve used all the lessons he taught me during our time together braving the elements. My right arm has burned off from the sun’s radiation and I can no longer call out at night in pain like I used to. It’s been a year since that goddamned horse died from swallowing the last of the Brita filters. And even if having clean water did nothing it made me feel safe, like we were able to improve our own condition. It’s been a year since that goddamned horse died. Triple crown I lost [...]
Readings by Marcella Durand, Robert Elstein and John Gallaher Living legend John Ashbery carries on a long-standing Poetry Center tradition by curating and introducing an evening of readings by three less-established poets. Marcella Durand’s Traffic & Weather“presents the city as an organism, often breaking down and always vibrant,” wrote Cole Swensen. Robert Elstein’s chapbook is The Hollandaise. John Gallaher’s books of poetry include The Little Book of Guesses, winner of the Levis Poetry Prize and Map of the Folded World. More information can be found on the . Related Posts a brief and not recent internet roundup Celebrating Sylvia more correspondence
I. I assemble flapping into a mechanical bird. I replace the breathing ones with stuffed ones and suffer an applause of wings. Reach between the roost to feel compressed as they look. And O hovering ellipses: our hands cannot suppress the unbelievable synchronization of bee wing and lawn mower. We enter a playing field: molecules of water vs. molecules of water. We construct viable diagrams of living: a reversible motor heart. We test drive baby palates and consider them unsuitable for the farm. Inside each of us, three small red cells break in half until we cocoon in jars and wait to be watched. We prepare for peoplery: fall into pitch with darkness. Photograph after photograph we freeze images of a bullion cube dissolving. Skip death by lining the trees with ornaments of plastic bags. I assemble the deli counter into a whelping box and we all breed unanimously in [...]