Surefire poetry hits for the classroom and beyond
Author: coffeehousejunkie
poetry writing workshop tonight! drop ins welcomed… bring a notebook & pen… let’s do some poetry…
listening to ‘the path’ [mp3 podcast]… there’s some really tough stuff in there… i need to listen to it again… the last five to eight minutes hits me in the face like a cinder block…
i could really use one of these tonight… or maybe two or three… where do i find simpler times around here?
malty: everydaydude: WORD. Simpler Times is the new Pabst. Drink a couple before the hipster kids claim it. joecarryon: Simpler Times: $3 for a six-pack @ Trader Joe’s. The beer is solid, but the price is unfuckwithable. Testify.
can’t wait to get off work… so i can start freelance work… & then plan for tomorrow night’s writing workshop…
what i learned on facebook today
‘we are one choice from together’
posted on a friend’s status made me say, ‘what the hell?’
found out it’s to some horribly written song lyrics… what? the songwriter couldn’t come up with something better that would rhyme with ‘tonight could last forever’… google it on youtube it and judge for yourself…
Mankind is not likely to salvage civilization unless he can evolve a system of good and evil which is independent of heaven and hell.
George Orwell (via eightfiveoh)
‘because clicking is so 90s’
first website with audiovisual navigation (via)
taciturn
adjective • /ˈtæsɪtɜːn/ or /ˈtæsətɝːn/ • silent; temperamentally untalkative; disinclined to speak
From Latin taciturnus, from tacitus (“secret, tacit”)
& that’s w/o ‘paid’ circ to hotel chains across the country like usa today…
not my day for coffee drinks… first i spill a pumkin spice latte on my white dress shirt… then some pikes peak coffee on my pants…
my flight consisted of two recordings of a teaching on ephesians… ‘it’s not about you’ keeps echoing through my headphones… even after i put the headphones away & realize i’m better than i deserve to be… it’s still not about me…
A guy walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm and says, “A beer please, and one for the road.”
i hate it when i confuse social media platforms & post something on facebook that was supposed to be on twitter without aggregating it to tumblr & wordpress & blogger is so 2004 but people still use it…
caliginous
adjective • /kuh-LIJ-uh-nuhs/ • dark; misty; gloomy.
ok, second airport actually has some decent jazz music piped into the terminals… can’t make it out, but it sounds like either woody shaw or warren vaché…
why is that airports have such sterile sounding jazz playing from the terminal soundsystem?
thanks for the lunch suggestions… i found 2 apples & coffee for less than $0.75…
language matters… language is not merely descriptive. it’s creative.
i’m down to $0.75. what can i get for lunch with $0.75?
dare i live blog this writing workshop?
Nobody killed poetry. Guys like Epstein… hearken back to some dreamland America in which people got up in the morning and opened their windows to the birds singing and when they felt their souls elevated they recited American poetry to the waiting world. Bullshit!
Philip Levine (via the blog poetic)
Performance poetry is not for everyone…. Poetry is a broad church, the natural partner of humour as well as intensity, love and grief as much as short girls and text messages. As Don Paterson, two-times winner of the TS Eliot prize, puts it: “Poetry is a basic function of language, not an operation we perform on it. It’s the way language renews itself, whenever it’s both emotionally charged and short of time. As long as we speak, there will be poetry.
Iain Hollingshead, Standing up for pure poetry (via)
Coffeehouse Junkie 