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Taverner's Koans is a one-room schoolhouse -- okay, make that a sprawling public commons -- of experimental poetry and poetics. We have writing exercises, essays on poets, a critique workshop, excursions into poetics, the occasional thoughtful diatribe, a chapbook press, The Wraith (a weblog-style poetry zine) and much more. Read on here if you want to know more about what this site is all about. And remember: a poet is you! Speculative Poetry working group There is a discussion group called The People's League of Speculative Poetry that some of you may be interested in: People's League of Speculative Poetry Browse Archives at groups.google.com
On Kooser I probably shouldn't care if Ted Kooser sneezes--easy pickings, right?--but I can't help my obsession with him. Probably because the things he says, which are no doubt received as folksy wisdom by many of those who read his crappy newspaper column, are...
Taverner's Koans RSS feed For those of you who are blog readers from XML feeds, or use a website like Bloglines, I finally figured out the URL for the RSS feed of Taverner's Koans: http://www.taverners-koans.com/rss.php Dastardly simple, isn't it? Well,...
A Speculative Poem (Exercise #2) This is a persona poem. Kind of. Like the previous speculative writing exercise, it has a lot more to do with placing yourself and inhabiting a different linguistic space. For our purposes this is "The Imagined Future". Put yourself in the shoes (or moonboots,...
"The Little Apocalypse That Could" (part three) by Michael Helsem It is music--as a tesseract is a box. Druidicals, though, comprise the tricks of the trade--and you can never know too many. ome you prepare in advance, others emerge as you go. Some are discovered long after as unconscious habits. They can...
Contradictory Pedagogies It took me a bit of time--oh, seven and a half years or so--to start figuring out what Taverner's Koans actually meant. Or rather, what it could mean as a form of guiding practice. And, perhaps not surprisingly, it rests on a paradox in regards to the...
"The Nines" by Sheila Murphy She gestured to justice to enable radial imbalance to be chucked Adroit tossing of lemons made a nice paste Equally the liturgy was read by fragrant fathers A leisure mode resulted in a vehicle that would accommodate a passel of
Embracing the Asinine (And how do you leave What We Know For Sure About Art when you are What We Know For Sure About Art, that bad light, those muddy streets, that ice? --Joe Ahearn) (It's very difficult to second-guess cultural development, because you are basically...
"The Little Apocalypse that Could" (part two) by Michael Helsem While the framing of a conventional work consists of the illusion that it has no frame (“I, poet, experienced this & say to you now”), works doubly masked sometimes divide neatly into an inner part & an outer that may or may not contradict it. Ideally,...
The Launch. It's, er, launched. Well, here it is. Watch your step, there's still a wee bit of work to be done. But this will give you a pretty good idea of the tenor and shape of the new site. Very exciting--with still some work to be done. But the way the site is set up now, it's eminently...
"Before" by Cindra Halm Uncrack the egg; reset the unspun sun to its pre-lighted what-if, all beg and be. Unmask the dormant door; protect the dark until dark; return to the dark, restore hand over hand on the silk thread ravelling to...
Kathleen Fraser (b. 1937) He isn't here, nor his page of exertion No close-written excavation of particulars to inscribe a limit Footstep's parallel replica such breathing (from "Norchia") Kathleen Fraser, author of 14 books...
"unsteady" by Jonathan Hayes [pick a St.] bursting/stasis petrified: eons de naranja-veined emotions emerge con la Vox de la orange windy season halloween supper-knife cutting unclosed...
The Occasional Poet, by Maximum Lizard Once you are away from school or the writing workshop the nature of writing poetry changes. There is no one giving you assignments, no due dates, no feedback. You are alone with your own motivation and self-discipline. Good Luck. How can you produce the...
A Speculative Poem A speculative poem (at least, one definition of it) is one that posits a field of linguistic inquiry in some other-space, whether historical, metaphysical, or scientific/material. In a broader sense, all poetry can be seen as speculative, since language...
"The Little Apocalypse that Could" by Michael Helsem "For many a fair Precept in Poetry is like a seeming Demonstration in the Mathematicks, very specious in the Diagram, but failing in the Mechanick Operation." --Dryden, preface to Sylvae (1685) Style is a kiln; the basilisk gaze of will...
Thinking Outside the Workshop Dominating the instruction of creative writing, the workshop model can at times seem involiate and etched in stone. But why is this? After all, for centuries, an institutionalized workshop practice didn't exist at all. Perhaps the prime...
Collective Animal Nouns To use a baseball metaphor, each time you think you've got the bases covered with the English language, it steals home. Or second. Or whatever. Such is the case with the glorious array of collective animal nouns herein presented, which are perfect springing...
Basil Bunting (1900-1985) Farewell ye sequent graces voided faces still evasive! Silent leavetaking and mournful as nightwanderings in unlit rooms or where the glow of wall-reflected streetlamp light or hasty matches shadowed large and...
Double Helix on the Dime This is an exercise in melding together, in the same creative impulse and tempo (that is, right after each other) two poems that have very different contours and textures. Let the fooling around with them come from the same place, however fractured that...
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