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@curdspluswhey-blog
It’s taking us a while to get another full episode out. Here’s a short poem in the mean time.
@curdspluswhey sarah, thank u for writing and letting me read this poem!!! yall should all listen bc it’s tight.
THIS IS AMAZING, here’s my poem ( kind of an old one :0 ) being read on an aaron carter podcast :) i’m blushing
this sold for $100
an ACAB happy halloween
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olivia alfonso gough
starting the reading series CURDS + WHEY up again in Richmond, VA
next Tuesday, 10/27 at around 8 at a house on the corner of Hancock & Clay
Featuring: Steve Roggenbuck, Walter Davis, and Hannah Edge
A JULY.pdf - PDF document download a-july.pdf (PDF 1.5, 5208 KB, 5 pages) | PDF-Archive.com
a PDF of the zine i made of every poem i wrote in july, A JULY TO MARCH NAKED FOR
most were written or read at commie camp on smoke farm
dodie bellamy yall
a part of my poem published in this month’s issue of Big Lucks
http://08.biglucks.com/
http://maskmagazine.com/the-madness-issue/life/in-a-drawer-opening-mood
prose poem “in a drawer opening mood” of mine published in Mask Magazine
susan timmons
throwing money away for good luck / when will this be over
Translation of "On the Tomb of Diogenes the Cynic, Which is Marked by a Statue of a Dog", by Ausonius
Speak, dog, whose tomb is this? — A dog’s. But what dog? — Diogenes. He is dead? — Not dead, but away. Diogenes, owner of an empty sack, housed in a jar, is gone to the ghosts? — Cerberus prevents him. So where is he? — The bright flare of the Leonine star, he has just been installed as watch-dog for Erigone.
ANTEPARTUM, MOTHER SHEEP by sarah rupp
This is my project/zine/chapbook of the poems I wrote everyday on facebook in the last 21 days, also includes a poem Maya Weeks wrote in response to one of my poems and a manifesto on communist poetics that i feel really good about. if you want a physical copy, email [email protected]
(via 1 If I Have To Go To Dance Parties It’s Not My by tangledwild)
[Submission by Rhea137]:
No one reads Nicholas Moore, son of philosopher G.E. Moore and a poet who in the 1940s was as renowned as Dylan Thomas, but who faded into obscurity through a series of misfortunes and “mysterious circumstances.” Later deemed an eccentric, Moore may have had his revenge on the establishment by pseudonymously submitting 31 translations of Charles Baudelaire’s “Spleen” to a contest in the Sunday Times judged by George Steiner. These translations, available on Ubuweb, brilliantly evoke a number of poetic voices and bring to light many of the thorny issues surrounding translation.
For more of Moore’s poems, see the September 1945 issue of Poetry
