Stevieslaw: Funny you should ask department.
Today’s local, The CDT, picked up a piece from Ed Rogers, writing for the Washington Post. The headline was: Trump did a lot of good Monday. How long will it last?
Funny you should ask.
Stevieslaw: Funny you should ask department.
Today’s local, The CDT, picked up a piece from Ed Rogers, writing for the Washington Post. The headline was: Trump did a lot of good Monday. How long will it last?
Funny you should ask.
My short ekphrastic poem, Swallows, is up on The Drabble today. It was inspired by a painting by Benjamin Chee Chee. Here is the link:http://Thedrabble.wordpress.com
http://www.ekphrastic.net/the-ekphrastic-review/jackie-by-lisa-mcmonagle
Check out this poem by my friend and poetry group member, Lisa McMonagle on Ekphrastic
My poem Flotilla was this month’s winner of the Goodreads poetry contest. Thanks for your support.
Watch for it.
Stevieslaw Exclusive: Tiger Woods to replace Steve Bannon
Stevieslaw has learned that Trump will replace his chief strategist, Steve Bannon, with golfing legend Tiger Woods.
Said Trump Spokesperson, Shorty Irons, “The President has evaluated his singular lack of progress on any of his legislative priorities and decided to move in a different direction. Mr. Trump is a quick study and he feels that most problems facing the nation are too damn complicated and finding solutions practically impossible. In addition, while Mr. Trump certainly realized that he would be facing opposition from the democrats, he had never before heard of the Freedom Caucus, and he feels quite strongly that those people are certifiably crazy and should be locked away for the good of the nation.”
Mr. Irons said that Trump would drop a really big bomb or deport a poor unfortunate or two when people started demanding action. “That’s usually enough,”…
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My complete “how to” for writing poetry.
Poetry Composition 101
Start with a first line
as glorious as
something out of
Dickens. In fact,
perhaps it is. Who
would be the wiser?
Has anyone
the leisure to leaf
through “Hard Times,”
anymore?
The body of the poem should be arcane,
whatever that might mean.
I find that lots of foreign phrases,
some Canto this and Canto that
to tell them Ezra Pound is near,
and lots of similes and metaphors—
the clouds, the sun, the sea
are nice and have such
fine collective meaning.
Use rhyme a time
or two,
so scholars swear
your verses sing.
Sonnets, Quaterns
Rondels and the like
are best left to those
both highly skilled
and long-departed.
You’ll need a twist
by stanza three,
to keep your reader’s
head above the paper.
Perhaps a bit of plot,
or better yet
some sexual innuendo
or peccadillo, for that matter,
will get Joe Blow to plow
through your awful mess
even if you’ve
penned it in pig Latin.
Near the end,
think family.
A little dementia
is fine– I find the
early onset best.
Through your thesaurus
find fresh phrases for
twisted, tortuous
and the like,
even if your mom and dad,
like mine, could never do
enough for you—and seem
to be still helping from the grave.
Remember, “near tears but no tears,”
as poems that make you sob
are merely doggerel
and end up in
the Sunday supplement
surrounded by
limericks and
drawings of a daisy,
by Chris—age six.
The ending must tie
the first line to the body
through the title.
Or the body through
the title to the ending.
Got it?
How could you?
Be cleverish here,
so that your reader,
in overcoming
his bewilderment,
can feel quite clever too.
Remember to leave
the learned room
to grasp for meaning—
hint: put common “words”
in quotes to feed
the meaning’s frenzy.
Think happy thoughts
and write glumly.
And now,
let us begin.
and here is the poem, thanks to my friend Sarah Russell
Nazis
I like to watch the old newsreels—the ones that used to crack and pop across the screen. The monotoned moderator telling you where and why. I liked the Nazi rallies best. The people shoulder to shoulder on the Reich Party Congress Grounds just southwest of Nuremberg, their faces beaming with adoration—right arms outstretched as if trying to touch their leader—Hitler, as he barked his hatred on the world stage.
I like to watch the Nazi soldiers—elite S.S. I think, as they goose step their way past a reviewing stand—with Hitler and his generals and minions—right arms outstretched as if they could almost grab the globe they hoped to conquer.
I love most to imagine these same soldiers—these same people, freezing on the Russian Steppe. Their threadbare garments no match for the Russian winter. They have nothing to eat except perhaps a leather belt or shoe or some fallen comrade. They are out of ammunition—unless they choose to throw rocks at the Russian tanks. In fact, it has gotten so bad for each and every one of them, that they can’t help but wish for morning—when the merciless Russians, right up there on the rise, will come and kill them quickly.
I like to think the Russians know this and are in no hurry.
Stevieslaw: Donald Channels Ozzie
Donald Trump got the Press Corp out of bed today at 5:30 AM, ushered them into the Press Room, and without ceremony bit the head off of a live bat.
Trump said, “I am mailing this to Kim Jong-un as my final warning.”
Defense Secretary James Mattis later explained, “It is very, very important that the world realize there is more than one insane fucker out there with nuclear weapons. Sleep tight everyone, we are handling it.”
It was in 1982, at a concert in Des Maine, Iowa, that Ozzy Osborne bit the head off a live bat—although he later claimed he thought it was a rubber bat.
Rex Tillerson, continuing his role as Secretary of Calming Things Down, said soon after: We need to consider the whole picture—to put things in perspective. It was, in fact, only a very small bat.”
Stevieslaw: Matryoshka
The regional office of the FBI was screaming for Russian translators today, in ads placed in all the major news outlets and campus papers.
Stevieslaw has learned that the ads are an outgrowth of the raid on Paul Manafort’s house in Alexandria, Virginia on July 26th. Paul Manafort, as I’m sure you recall, was the head of the Trump campaign leading up to the convention and has been mentioned as a person of interest in the collusion investigation. He was fired when it was learned he had lived in the Kremlin for the past fifteen years and was Vladimir Putin’s first cousin on his mother’s side.
Speaking anonymously, an FBI agent—who suggested we call him JEdgar, told us:
“We expected to find reams and reams of memos and financial documents relative to our investigation of the Trump campaign’s possible collusion with the Russian.” “Instead, Russian agents came tumbling out of the house, as soon as we opened the door.”
“They were everywhere,” he continued. “In the attic, in the basement, and nesting under all of the beds like Matryoshka—you know, like Russian nesting dolls.”
“It was eerie,” he said. “Men, women, and children pouring out in torrents and all wearing baseball caps saying “Make America Great Again,” and white t-shirts with “NO COLLUSION” in bold, in red and blue lettering.”
“I think we got them,” concluded JEdgar with a smile.