Here are two of my poems at MiPOesias ... complete with bizarre picture and a voice that sounds as if it should be coming from the hold of a tanker headed into fogged Atlantic waters in the dead of winter.
Pleased to meet you - you read beautifully. I find your poems, with their slippery edge, their lively soundscape - the two I've read anyway - I find your poems just right in tenor for this day & age...
I don't think the picture's at all bizarre and your voice is clear. No fog here. I quite enjoyed hearing you read, sir. Were you born and raised in the South? There's the slightest hint of an accent in your voice.
Sandra - thanks for your comment about No Direction Home. The ending of the poem was a very satisfying release.
and Nick - thanks for your words, as well. I wrote the first draft of NDH after watching Martin Scorsese's film about Dylan and my own reaction to present US involvement in war.
(Given my proclivities I might be persuaded to fiddle a bit with the beginning of the last stanza especially the "fire and tundra" line, which seems out of place, and "Masters of War." We don't need the political, we don't need Dylan here, we have the poetry.)
Sorry about the portion in parentheses. Being an editor and monitoring poetry boards has warped my mind.
wooohooo! congrats, sam. fabulous poems — i love how you manage to squeeze so much meaning and feeling into every phrase.
the readings are wonderful — just the way poetry should be read, i think. i've tried doing it, but i suck. you, on the other hand, have a great voice. lovely timbre there, too!
Sam Rasnake, a sardonic twist of fate, is a pathetic excuse for a poet who once dreamed he was a human who dreamed he was a teacher who thought he could play guitar. Along the way - a soul-mate, two children - one collection, Necessary Motions; three chapbooks, Religions of the Blood, Lessons in Morphology, and Inside a Broken Clock. He even thinks he edits a magazine - Blue Fifth Review.
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Pleased to meet you - you read beautifully. I find your poems, with their slippery edge, their lively soundscape - the two I've read anyway - I find your poems just right in tenor for this day & age...
Take care
dj
loved your poems at MiPOesias...i've been reading the ezine for sometime, but never knew you where there...
I don't think the picture's at all bizarre and your voice is clear. No fog here. I quite enjoyed hearing you read, sir. Were you born and raised in the South? There's the slightest hint of an accent in your voice.
Thanks djuana, G, Helen, and Laurel for your good words. Appreciated.
As for geography -- born on the Outer Banks, NC and raised, mostly, in the mountains of northeastern TN...
I particularly liked "No Direction Home" -
I used to believe in the sky, then it bled steel
over green mountains and burned all rivers to dust.
I used to believe in the mouths of children until
I grew sick of my name on their tongues, so I took pliers
to the one voice, plastered their faces on milk cartons
& websites, buses & billboards so I could sleep.
And I slept.
Love the "Dylanesque" title.
I second the admiration of "No Direction Home." These are fantastic closing lines:
" I once hoped the salt of night would give me direction /
but I've learned to stay put, and I do it well."
Congrats on the publication!
Sandra - thanks for your comment about No Direction Home. The ending of the poem was a very satisfying release.
and Nick - thanks for your words, as well. I wrote the first draft of NDH after watching Martin Scorsese's film about Dylan and my own reaction to present US involvement in war.
The first poem is a knockout, out of the park.
(Given my proclivities I might be persuaded to fiddle a bit with the beginning of the last stanza especially the "fire and tundra" line, which seems out of place, and "Masters of War." We don't need the political, we don't need Dylan here, we have the poetry.)
Sorry about the portion in parentheses. Being an editor and monitoring poetry boards has warped my mind.
Thanks CE for your comments -- inside and outside the parenthetical. I appreciate it.
Twice. This is the second time I've tried to post my congrats.
Congrats!
Congrats!
Let's see if it sticks this time.
Suzanne -- thank you thank you. I appreciate your comment.
Congratulations! Enjoyed the poems
and your reading.
omg~~~
outstanding 10,000!!! Congratulations...I will be back to these again and again~~~
:)
~beLLe
wooohooo! congrats, sam. fabulous poems — i love how you manage to squeeze so much meaning and feeling into every phrase.
the readings are wonderful — just the way poetry should be read, i think. i've tried doing it, but i suck. you, on the other hand, have a great voice. lovely timbre there, too!
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Paula, beLLe, & Arlene, thanks for the comments. I appreciate your reading the works.
congrats, sam. sorry to be late to the party. good poem and reading. you pace it well, and clear and moving voice.
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