#alan dugan

[havingapoemwithyou]

Marxist analysis of the fifth labor of Hercules by Alan Dugan

[derangedrhythms]

...I still feel the size of your absence.

Alan Dugan, Death Poems: A Disinformation Anthology; from ‘untitled poem’, ed. Russ Kick

[extollingtheeveryday]

Alan Dugan // "April" (1947)

[dk-thrive]

Alan Dugan once told me that I should bear in mind, when revising, that we often dream in the wrong order—when stuck on a poem, he’d say go home and redream it.

Carl Phillips, interviewed for Lightbox (via Alive on All Channels)

[exhaled-spirals]

« Oh I got up and went to work and worked and came back home and ate and talked and went to sleep. Then I got up and went to work and worked and came back home from work and ate and slept. Then I got up and went to work and worked and came back home and ate and watched a show and slept. Then I got up and went to work and worked and came back home and ate steak and went to sleep. Then I got up and went to work and worked and came back home and ate and fucked and went to sleep. Then it was Saturday, Saturday, Saturday! Love must be the reason for the week! We went shopping! I saw clouds! The children explained everything! I could talk about the main thing! What did I drink on Saturday night that lost the first, best half of Sunday? The last half wasn’t worth this ‘word.’ Then I got up and went to work and worked and came back home from work and ate and went to sleep, refreshed but tired by the weekend. »

— Alan Dugan, “On A Seven-Day Diary”

[poem-today]

A poem by Alan Dugan

APOLOGY (TO THE MUSE)

I’m so unaware of what is going on around me that I like to watch the brief lives of the birds: they look around before they take a seed because they’re always there at present, self-accounted for in their fears, hungers and the necessaries of their rites, whereas I do not see approaching cars forget dinner and my address and realize your beauty only after you have made a pass and gone away, saying, “Oh well.”

Alan Dugan

1923-2003

[jshoulson]

Today’s Poem

[“Speciously individual ...”] --Alan Dugan

Speciously individual like a solid piece of spit floating in a cuspidor I dream of free bravery but am a social being. I should do something to get out of here but float around in the culture wondering what it will grow.

[loudlylovingreview]

Alan Dugan: How We Heard the Name

The river brought downdead horses, dead menand military debris,indicative of waror official acts upstream,but it went by, it allgoes by, that is the thingabout the river. Thena soldier on a logwent by. He seemed drunkand we asked him Whyhad he and this junkcome down to us sofrom the past upstream.“Friends,” he said, “the greatBattle of Granicushas just been wonby all of the Greeks exceptthe…

Alan Dugan: How We Heard the Name