April is the cruelest month…

“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.” — T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

April Fools' Day

April is both National Poetry Month and contains Tax Day. The Millions has some reading suggestions for this cruelest of all months.

Comic poetry…

Through a post on I09, Walt Whitman’s “When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer” in Comic Form, I discovered the blog, Zen Pencils, which translates all kinds of wisdom — not just poetry — to comic form. I found #98, Alan Watts: What If Money Were No Object? to be particularly inspirational.

The Big Lebowski (as Told by Donny)

I’m going through one of my notebooks and saving out the good stuff. Here is a “found” poem, so to speak: a summary of The Big Lebowski, as told (mostly) by Donny’s lines of dialogue, with just a little help from Walter. Enjoy.

The Big Lebowski
(as told by Donny)

[Donny, you're out of your element.]

He peed on the Dude’s rug–
His name’s Lebwoski? That’s your name, Dude.
What’s a pedarast, Walter?
I am the Walrus.
Who has your undies, Walter?
Phone’s ringing, Dude.
We’ll be near the In-and-Out Burger.
Those are good burgers, Walter.
Are these the Nazis, Walter?

[Donny was a good bowler, and a good man.]

For 2012 (the Movie)

2012 (film)

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I was flipping channels the other night and got stuck watching the end of 2012. I can only compare it to the urge to slow down when passing a wreck on the road — the biggest wreck EVER! Whatever you want to say about 2012, no movie destroys the earth with as much maniacal glee. In fact, the first time I saw it, I wrote a poem about it, which I will share with you now.

Oh world
How many ways can I destroy you?

1. Drop LA into a bottomless chasm.
2. Explode Yellowstone with a volcanic spasm.
3. Coat Vegas in a layer of ash.
4. Wipe out Washington with a big splash.
5. Decimate Europe so everyone must leave it.
6. Drown the Himalayas (though no one will believe it).

It’s my world and I’ll do what I want to,
And all I want to do is destroy you.

Top 10 poets?

I have to admit that I am not a big poetry reader. I prefer the meatiness of a novel. But I do harbor fond feelings for particular poets who have really moved me.

For me, a poem has to ultimately be about an emotion, and a good poem stirs emotion in the reader. The poem is such a condensed form that it really needs to be precise, to evoke an image fully, and then connect that image to an emotion, but not in an obvious way. A good poem is truly “in the moment.”

I recently read an interesting article about ranking the best poets ever. I can’t see how a list of top 10 poets can be anything but subjective. It’s all about who moves you.

Here is my personal list of my favorite poets (I’m not numbering them because I can’t put them in hierarchical order–they are all great):

I’m sure I’m missing many great poets because I haven’t been exposed to them. Who are your favorite poets?

Let me leave you with this wonderful poem by William Carlos Williams:

Spring and All

By the road to the contagious hospital
under the surge of the blue
mottled clouds driven from the
northeast-a cold wind.  Beyond, the
waste of broad, muddy fields
brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen

patches of standing water
the scattering of tall trees

All along the road the reddish
purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy
stuff of bushes and small trees
with dead, brown leaves under them
leafless vines-

Lifeless in appearance, sluggish
dazed spring approaches-

They enter the new world naked,
cold, uncertain of all
save that they enter.  All about them
the cold, familiar wind-

Now the grass, tomorrow
the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf
One by one objects are defined-
It quickens:  clarity, outline of leaf
But now the stark dignity of
entrance-Still, the profound change
has come upon them:  rooted, they
grip down and begin to awaken