New colors, a new look.Next up, the two sofas in the family room.
Showing posts with label poetry on the sofa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry on the sofa. Show all posts
Monday, August 2, 2010
Reupholstering the sofa
Finally, I've spruced up my website, poetryonthesofa.com.
New colors, a new look.
Next up, the two sofas in the family room.
New colors, a new look.Next up, the two sofas in the family room.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Pandora poems on the sofa
I've added a few more Pandora poems to the sofa, including A Letter to the Gods, Epimetheus, and A Brief Consideration of Physics.
Feel free to stop by and make yourself comfortable.
Feel free to stop by and make yourself comfortable.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
More poems on the sofa
Amid the furious flurry of rejections this week, I posted a couple more poems online, one send-up to my discouraging workshop teacher in college and one about flying, as in the fear of.
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
New year, new poems on the sofa
Maybe I've always wanted to be a novelist.
Years ago, I read Let Us Now Praise Famous Men. It's a famous book. It won a Pulitzer. But it left me wanting more, wanting to hear more, know more, feel more about the lives of the people Mr. Agee and Mr. Evans were in the South to meet.
One day, sitting on the bus, I thought that maybe I should try to write the story that I wanted to read. I dug into some websites, looked at a lot of photographs, read some accounts, and wrote.
I've never been a sharecropper, and I wasn't even born yet in the 1930s. But here are some poems that, I hope, tell a story.
Years ago, I read Let Us Now Praise Famous Men. It's a famous book. It won a Pulitzer. But it left me wanting more, wanting to hear more, know more, feel more about the lives of the people Mr. Agee and Mr. Evans were in the South to meet.
One day, sitting on the bus, I thought that maybe I should try to write the story that I wanted to read. I dug into some websites, looked at a lot of photographs, read some accounts, and wrote.
I've never been a sharecropper, and I wasn't even born yet in the 1930s. But here are some poems that, I hope, tell a story.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
You can see it with your own eyes!
It's vintage video.
Finally, the sofa has poetry (and dance) that you can watch. It was originally shot in 1986, so it's practically an antique.
You can also read the poem, which I wrote in 1983 after seeing "Ghandi" and a British made-for-TV movie called "The Day After."
It's all at poetryonthesofa.com.
Finally, the sofa has poetry (and dance) that you can watch. It was originally shot in 1986, so it's practically an antique.
You can also read the poem, which I wrote in 1983 after seeing "Ghandi" and a British made-for-TV movie called "The Day After."
It's all at poetryonthesofa.com.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Still no video
I admit that I associate a sofa with TV. At least, these days. So I really wanted to polish up my funny little video from the '80s. Coming soon.
In the meantime, I'm featuring another one of the horse proverb poems on the sofa.
That, and getting ready for LitFuse in Tieton.
In the meantime, I'm featuring another one of the horse proverb poems on the sofa.
That, and getting ready for LitFuse in Tieton.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Memorize: Uncle
Live and learn.
I had a grand plan of memorizing a poem a week. It wasn't a bad idea, but maybe it was a little too ambitious. Now, I say, "Uncle!"
I still think that memorization is a great tool for understanding work—my own or anyone else's. But one poem a week, I've found, is too much. I'm not giving the poem its due, and I'm forgetting them as soon as I move on to the next poem. That was not the point.
So I'm revising my ambitions to better achieve them: a poem a month. I want to stick with the Frost poem for all of October and really give myself time to internalize it.
Allowing enough time for that poem will give me some time to write and revise some of my own poems—oh, and update the website.
After a brief hiatus, during which I was trying to edit a little video (it isn't done yet), I'm featuring one of the proverb poems on the sofa. So plump up the pillows, bolster the bolsters, and take five, take a nap, or read a poem.
Happy Monday!
I had a grand plan of memorizing a poem a week. It wasn't a bad idea, but maybe it was a little too ambitious. Now, I say, "Uncle!"
I still think that memorization is a great tool for understanding work—my own or anyone else's. But one poem a week, I've found, is too much. I'm not giving the poem its due, and I'm forgetting them as soon as I move on to the next poem. That was not the point.
So I'm revising my ambitions to better achieve them: a poem a month. I want to stick with the Frost poem for all of October and really give myself time to internalize it.
Allowing enough time for that poem will give me some time to write and revise some of my own poems—oh, and update the website.
After a brief hiatus, during which I was trying to edit a little video (it isn't done yet), I'm featuring one of the proverb poems on the sofa. So plump up the pillows, bolster the bolsters, and take five, take a nap, or read a poem.
Happy Monday!
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Monday, September 3, 2007
Home from the ocean
Days away from e-mail, within the sound of the surf. Hiking through the woods, walking along the sand, browsing through the bookstore, just enough writing, tons of time with family—what a way to end the summer!
Now I have Labor Day to work on getting the kids ready for school, getting poems ready for the annual September send-off, and maybe (finally) clipping back those rampant roses.
In the meantime, I've added a few more poems to the sofa.
Now I have Labor Day to work on getting the kids ready for school, getting poems ready for the annual September send-off, and maybe (finally) clipping back those rampant roses.
In the meantime, I've added a few more poems to the sofa.
Friday, July 27, 2007
3…2…1… Launch
My new poetry website: www.poetryonthesofa.com.
Why a website? Why a sofa?
I don't get out much. Other people—some other people—don't get out much. And some of my poems don't get out much.
I remember this wonderful commercial from the '90s in which a woman was lounging on a divan and looking languid and exotic and a salesman was trying to explain to her why she wanted wireless. She looked bored until he said, "It will bring the Internet to your sofa."
She looked up. "To my sofa?!"
Why a website? Why a sofa?
I don't get out much. Other people—some other people—don't get out much. And some of my poems don't get out much.
I remember this wonderful commercial from the '90s in which a woman was lounging on a divan and looking languid and exotic and a salesman was trying to explain to her why she wanted wireless. She looked bored until he said, "It will bring the Internet to your sofa."
She looked up. "To my sofa?!"
I thought, "That's me!" (except for the exotic part).
So I decided to make myself a virtual sofa and supplement my publication efforts by putting some of my poems online—dance poems for my dance friends to read, proverb poems because they work best in a batch, and a few other things.
This is an early version. I plan to add more poems and even more media. I'm also hoping to make it look a little swankier.
But here it is: a little metaphor, a lot of HTML, and maybe a pillow.
Feel free to stop by anytime.
And now, it's time for me to get back to writing.
So I decided to make myself a virtual sofa and supplement my publication efforts by putting some of my poems online—dance poems for my dance friends to read, proverb poems because they work best in a batch, and a few other things.
This is an early version. I plan to add more poems and even more media. I'm also hoping to make it look a little swankier.
But here it is: a little metaphor, a lot of HTML, and maybe a pillow.
Feel free to stop by anytime.
And now, it's time for me to get back to writing.
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