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Pablo Neruda Sonnet 49
Posted in Poetry, tagged pablo neruda, sonnet 49 on April 16, 2008 | 3 Comments »
For Bianca: On Her Birthday(ten days later)
Posted in Poetry on April 16, 2008 | 2 Comments »
La disculpa no es un regalo propio para
celebrar tú cumpleaños
Primero fue el envio, que nunca fue enviado
y despues
La cena, a cual no tengo disculpa
por no ir
Pero no todo es pérdida
Hice tiempo para el postre
y para la conversación
Cón la nariz
llena de primavera
de fresas y hierbabuena
Y los oidos llenos
de tus risas
Y mis ojós llenos
de tú perfil
Como si el cumpleaños fuera mío
F. Garcia Lorca
Posted in Poetry, tagged federico garcia lorca on April 14, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Howl
Posted in Poetry, tagged Allan Ginsberg, Beat Generation on April 10, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Poem for Magic Johnson
Posted in Poetry, tagged Quincy Troupe on April 8, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Poem by Quincy Troupe, read by the author
April is National Poetry Month
Posted in Poetry, tagged T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock on April 8, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
On The Road
Posted in Books, Poetry, tagged Poetry on September 5, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
It was fifty years ago today that The Great American Novel was introduced to the subconscious mind of the counter culture and ultimately to all of America. On The Road, Jack Kerouac’s second novel has been ridiculed by writers such as Truman Capote and held as the herald of a new dawn by others including Bob Dylan.
The novel is about two friends, Sal Paradise and Dean Moriarty (Jack Kerouac, Neal Cassady), and their adventures across the US shortly after World War II. It is written in prose it’s fast paced and frenetic. This is the birth of the Beat Generation with it’s new language of Jazz and Be-Bop meant for Cool Cats and Hipsters. There is a freshness and spontaneity that can be infectious, the rhythms were that of Charlie Parker, Dizzie Gillespie ans Thelonius Monk. It was the beat, the béat. It is the language of the sidewalk poet, improvised and imperfect.
Old ad from The Gap
Posted in Poetry, tagged Poetry on September 4, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Isn’t he the guy from
the gap ads?
I used to lean against
brick walls
wearing khakis,
a white t-shirt,
smoking Chesterfields
hoping that someone would
take my picture…
or at least ask
me is i was a poet
like Jack Kerouac
Project Playlist: Jazz
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