Kerouac Poetry

Kerouac Poetry

Kerouac and the Jazz Poem.

Kerouac one time named his poetry as jazz poem, and explained,

In my system, the form of blues choruses is limited by the small page of the breastpocket notebook in which they are written, like the form of a set number of bars in a jazz blues chorus, and so sometimes the word-meaning can carry from one chorus into another, or not, just like the phrase-meaning can carry harmonically from one chorus to the other, or not, in jazz, so that, in these blues as in jazz, the form is determined by time, and by the musician's spontaneous phrasing Sc harmonizing with the beat of the time as it waves & waves on by in measured choruses. It's all gotta be non stop ad libbing within each chorus, or the gig is shot.

Kerouac poetry is very intensive and became famous his style to write under the title of “#chorus”. That the case, for example, of his series of Blues poems (which is recollected in the book The Book of Blues). Another example is your well knowledge Mexico City Blues . Many have appreciated his deep and long stand relation with many poets, the most famous one, obviously, Allen Ginsberg. With Ginsberg Kerouac write what become theirs firth novel And The Hippos Were Boiled in Their Tank , published only after Kerouac dead.  
(Links $$ Books):

Mexico City Blues  - Most famous of Kerouac Poems Book.


The Book of Blues  - Collection with (quasi) all poem of Kerouac.


And the Hippos were boiled in their Tanks

Ginsberg – Kerouac Letters

Martha Medeiros, or just like a woman.

Martha Medeiros, or just like a woman.

Martha Medeiros poems, Brazilian Contemporary Poetry

Martha Medeiros is a Brazilian poet who began publishing in the second half of the 80. His first book appeared in 1985 named, Strip-Tease. Since then many books have succeeded. His style is fast and straightforward, concise and humorous at same time. By Martha Medeiros unveils fleches fast the various moons of a normal middle class woman, with her adventures and misadventures in everyday urban life. Odd portrait of contemporary femininity, or, perhaps one face of it.

Her Books are: Strip-Tease (1985), Midnight and a Room (1987), Persona non Grata (1991) and Face Flushed (1995).

I’m think which her poetry is more interesting for the shadowed thematic exploited than its formal quality. In truth, the rime and spelling of her verse doesn’t represent any kind of innovation in Brazilian poetry tradition highly impacted for the movements “concretistas” e “neo-concretistas” which the great represents are Harold de Campus, Ferreira Gullar and Decio Pignatari.

T. R. Hummer last poetry book

T. R. Hummer last poetry book: The infinity sessions 

"The Unwritten History of Prose" By T.R. Hummer

"The Unwritten History of Prose"
By T.R. Hummer

Notice for T. R. Hummer:
T. R. Hummer was born in August 7, 1950, in Noxubee County in Macon, Mississippi. He work in literature and poetry is very extensive. Writing poems and literary essays Hummer stabilize himself as most preeminent American poets today.


Publised in Updated Tuesday, Jan. 6, 2009, at 7:22 AM ET


.......... … a litel thyng …
....................—Chaucer

The prose of merchants, the prose of ministers,
Pornographers' prose, the prose of Julius Caesar—
Every militant word. Executioners' prose, inspectors' prose,
The dreamy calculation of love letters,
Attorneys' prose, morticians' prose,
The coded prose of spies. One ice storm,
Years back, scribbled its thesis on Ohio.
In another, my father, still alive, incised my name
Backward in rime on the kitchen window.
He stood outside in the world, ice in his eyebrows,
Breathing. My neighbor has no dog run.
My father built one for his brace of English pointers
Who howled their misery in doggy paragraphs
As the storm revised them. I was old enough to read
Three words, and he'd just scraped one of them
In front of his blood-lit face.

……………………………………....The prose of sociologists,
Alchemists' Latin prose, the cookbook prose of chefs,
Memory's watery pages—how to map its geology, its chalky strata,
Volcanic upheavals, sediments of excrement and ash?
Someone lies in a bedroom illuminated by ice-light
As the storm cracks down. On the hearth, a small fire;
On the table, a sheaf of parchment; by the door,
Twitching in sleep, an indeterminate dog.
The man composes in his head. I wol yow telle
A litel thyng in prose, he might be thinking.

Reference: Slate Magazine

Works:

Translation of Light (1976)
The Angelic Orders (1982)
The Passion of the Right-Angled Man (1985)
Lower-Class Heresy (1987) Walt Whitman in Hell: Poems (1996)
Useless Virtues (2001)
The Mechanical Muse
The Muse in the Machine: Essays on Poetry And the Anatomy of the Body Politic (The Life of Poetry: Poets on Their Art and Craft) April 2006

Reference: http://www.mswritersandmusicians.com/writers/tr-hummer.html

Books:
Walt Whitman in Hell: Poems (Southern Messenger Poets)

Notice for Emma Jones

"Paradise"
By Emma Jones

Notice for Emma Jones:

Emma Jones born in Sydney, Australia. She publishes her first collection of poems in Faber & Faber, The Striped World. Jones concluded PhD in English from the University of Cambridge.

See: Emma Jones on BBC: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/programmes/newsnight/review/7771077.stm.

Listen here: http://www.slate.com/id/2210318/

Published in Tuesday, Feb. 3, 2009, at 6:37 AM ET
On Slate Magazine.

Paradise

What you wanted was simple:
a house with a fence and a kind of gulled
light arching up from it to shake in the poplars
or some other brand of European tree
(or was it American?) you'd plant
just for the birds to nest in and so
the crows who'd settle there
could settle like pilgrims.

Darling, all day I've watched the garden make its way
down the road. It stops at the houses
where the lights are on and the hose reel is tidy
and climbs to the windows to look inside
like a child with its eyes of flared rhododendrons
and sunflowers that shutter the wind like bombs
so buttered and brave the sweet peas gallop
and the undergrowths fizz through the fences
and pause at some to shake into asters and weep.

The garden is a mythical beast and a pilgrim.
And when the houses stroll out it eats up
their papers and screens their evangelical dogs.

Barbeque eater,
yankee doodle,
if the garden should leave
where would we age
and park our poodle?

"This is paradise," you said,
a young expansive American saint.
And widened your arms to take it in,
that suburb, spread, with seas in it.

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Is a quarterly independent publication of literary humor. Since 2004 The American Drivel Review have make smile and think. The literary humor is a way to contest our situation in world, the status quo, and show another ways to think. Have a fun second visiting the webpage of journal (http://www.americandrivelreview.com/index.php ). If you like have your quarterly cote of literary humor subscribe.

THE PULITZER PRIZES 2008 in POETRY - Philip Schultz

THE PULITZER PRIZES 2008 in POETRY

Philip Schultz is a prize-winner writer. In 2008 he awarded with Pulitzer for “Failure” (Harcourt). Schultz is a writing and teacher of fiction literature. He founded and direct The Writers Studio (go to: http://www.writerstudio.com/pages/), a school for creative writing. I’m like very much his poems. See below for two picks on the Web publications.

Listen Philip Schultz read “Failure”: click here (http://img.slate.com/media/73/Failure%20by%20Philip%20Schultz.wma)

“Failure”

To pay for my father's funeral
I borrowed money from people
he already owed money to.
One called him a nobody.
No, I said, he was a failure.
You can't remember
a nobody's name, that's why
they're called nobodies.
Failures are unforgettable.
The rabbi who read a stock eulogy
about a man who didn't belong to
or believe in anything
was both a failure and a nobody.
He failed to imagine the son
and wife of the dead man
being shamed by each word.
To understand that not
believing in or belonging to
anything demanded a kind
of faith and buoyancy.
An uncle, counting on his fingers
my father's business failures—
a parking lot that raised geese,
a motel that raffled honeymoons,
a bowling alley with roving mariachis—
failed to love and honor his brother,
who showed him how to whistle
under covers, steal apples
with his right or left hand. Indeed,
my father was comical.
His watches pinched, he tripped
on his pant cuffs and snored
loudly in movies, where
his weariness overcame him
finally. He didn't believe in:
savings insurance newspapers
vegetables good or evil human
frailty history or God.
Our family avoided us,
fearing boils. I left town
but failed to get away.

Reference to “Failure”, Slate Magazine in: http://www.slate.com/id/2164575/



Why
by Philip Schultz
August 27, 2007 in The New Yorker

is this man sitting here weeping;
Why; Restaurants; Birthdays;
Age; Childhood; Baseball is this man sitting here weeping
in this swanky restaurant
on his sixty-first birthday, because
his fear grows stronger each year,
because he’s still the boy running
all out to first base, believing
getting there means everything,
because of the spiders climbing
the sycamore outside his house
this morning, the elegance of
a civilization free of delusion,
because of the boyish faces
of the five dead soldiers on TV,
the stoic curiosity in their eyes,
their belief in the righteousness
of sacrifice, because innocence
is the darkest place in the universe,
because of the Iraqis on their hands
and knees looking for a bloody button,
a bitten fingernail, evidence of
their stolen significance, because
of the primitive architecture
of his dreams, the brutal egoism
of his ignorance, because he believes
in deliverance, the purity of sorrow,
the sanctity of truth, because of
the original human faces of his wife
and two boys smiling at him across
this glittering table, because of
their passion for commemoration,
their certainty that goodness continues,
because of the spiders clinging to
the elegance of each moment, because
getting there still means everything?


Reference to “Why”: The New Yorker in: http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2007/08/27/070827po_poem_schultz



For an interview with Philip Schultz (publish in Of(f) Course Journal in 2000 go to: http://www.albany.edu/offcourse/winter00/schultzinterview.html

Information: Pulitzer Prizes enlarges participation of Online-Only Publications.

Information: Pulitzer Prizes enlarges participation of Online-Only Publications.

The PULITZER PRIZES 2009 include in all the categories of journalism prizes entries for Online-Only publications. This represent enlargement of participation for this kind of publication. In the last year the Online-only publication can contest only in two categories. However, in 2008 haven’t restrictions for local publication. In this year the Board decides for restriction for only USA web publication, and weekly.

The Board of The Pulitzer Prizes argues: "This is an important step forward, reflecting our continued commitment to American newspapers as well as our willingness to adapt to the remarkable growth of online journalism,". In another way the announced decisions represent also “the Pulitzer tent and recognize more fully the role of the Web, while underscoring the enduring value of words and of serious reporting.” Said Sig Gissler, administrator do the Prizes.

The winner and finalist of PULITZER 2009 are announces in April 20th, at 3:00pm.

by
C.J

Reference: http://www.pulitzer.org/

How the web is undermining reading

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How the web is undermining reading From Plato to Guitar Hero, we have always been wary of change - but the internet poses a serious threat to society's ability to read

By Naomi Alderman
www.guardian.co.uk,
Tuesday 20 January 2009 12.00 GMT

Naomi Alderman in this article seems very preoccupy with the impact of the Web in reading. She argues, in like manner TV make a fall in reading habit a long 20th century, now Web can deeply this tendency. Naomi Alderman say: “Recent studies have indicated that online reading tends to break down in the face of ‘texts that require steady focus and linear attention’.” The “recent studies” cited are the Jakob Nielsen, discussed in article of Chronicle Review (reference: http://chronicle.com/free/v55/i04/04b01001.htm ) subscribe for Mark Bauerlein.

I think which Naomi Alderman is exaggerated in her preoccupation. The habit of reading, in my own view, increase within internet. And write too. The phenomenon of exponential increase of quantity of Blog is an aspect of it. The reading/writing process will be deeply transformed in the Web age. And each time more, but this transformation is not a disfiguration of the intellectual powers of people, as seems in Naomi Alderman article. Is a different way of those.

C.M.J.

References: http://www.guardian.co.uk/technology/2009/jan/20/internet-homer
And http://chronicle.com/free/v55/i04/04b01001.htm.

Literary Magazine – THIS

Literary Magazine – THIS: because everything is political.

THIS is a Canadian Magazine, based on Political and Cultural matters. Good Magazine, we strong recommend. In the last edition (January/February) THIS publish a selection on Fiction and Poetry. John Lavery take “The Bitter Warmth”, a tale. The magazine publish more two poems of Matthew Tierny (The Eclipse Chaser and Admittance) and more two by Suzanne Robertson (Flying and To the Point). In this literary selection the most impact text is Flying by Robertson. I’m very recommend this poem for reading. For those can be confer click in the link below:

Two poems

Poetry by Matthew Tierny
The Eclipse Chaser
Admittance
In : http://www.thismagazine.ca/issues/2008/09/twopoems_mt.php

Two poems

Poetry by Suzanne Robertson
Flying
To the Point
In : http://www.thismagazine.ca/issues/2008/09/twopoems_sr.php