As the year ends, many list are published of "the best" books in all categories. Though no list is definitive or fits all tastes, one list to look at for good titles published during the year is the National Book Awards.
Here are the 2015 poetry titles selected.
WINNER
Robin Coste Lewis, Voyage of the Sable Venus: and Other Poems (Alfred A. Knopf)
FINALISTS
Ross Gay, Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude (University of Pittsburgh Press)
Terrance Hayes, How to Be Drawn (Penguin/Penguin Random House)
Ada Lim�n, Bright Dead Things (Milkweed Editions)
Patrick Phillips, Elegy for a Broken Machine (Alfred A. Knopf)
ON THE AWARD LONG LIST
Scattered at Sea by Amy Gerstler
A Stranger's Mirror by Marilyn Hacker
The Beauty by Jane Hirshfield
Heaven by Rowan Ricardo Phillips
Mistaking Each Other for Ghosts by Lawrence Raab
Monday, November 30, 2015
Merry Christmas Tree Images with Christmas Quotes
Not to get technical... But according to
chemistry, alcohol is a solution...
Treasure the moments
that capture our Hearts.
The gift of a Cristmas is a precious
reminder that we are loved.
No matter what I get
for Christmas, you
are all I really need.
Its christmas and I
just wanted to say thank
you and that.. Working
with you this past year...
One of the most glorious
messes in the world is the mess
created in the living room on Cristmas day..
I will honor Christmas in my heart,
and try to keep it all the year.
Youth is when you are
allowed to stay up late
on the New Year's Eve.
Middle age is when you
are forced to.
The Great Illuminati Family
Hello
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I am one of the agents
Sent by the high priest
To bring as many of those who are interested in becoming a member of the Illuminati
To the great Illuminati temple.
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I own companies all over the world but I was once like you
I could not even feed my family
What kind of life was that to live
I lived in poverty
Until I saw an opportunity
To be a member of the great Illuminati Family.
And I took my chances
And I have been a member for close to seven years now
Illuminati makes your business / careers grow
These and many more other benefits
So if you are interested write me via my mail:
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Comment left in a website guestbook, found during moderation and not published, 2 August 2015. Submitted by Tim Benjamin.
Ring of Fire by Mary Eliza Crane
At the wane of a long season
of heat filled yellow sky,
fire consumes mountain forests
infested, decimated by bark beetles
feasting in their own changing world.
I swim deliciously in a warmer river
without current, cringing at banks
so barren I could walk across.
The water is too hot for salmon
to return upstream and spawn.
Earth degrades to dirt, crumbles in my hand.
Early spring bloomed in a
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Happy New Year Quotes with New Year Wishes Cards and Pictures
For every thing...
I thank GOD..
Here is A wishing that the coming year
is A glorious one, that rewards all your
future endeavors with success.
Learn from yesterday,
Live for today,
Hope for tommorrow.
New Year is the time to unfold New
horizons and realize New Dreams.
May your neighbours respect you,
trouble neglect you,
the angels protect you,
and heaven accept you Happy New Year.
May This Year Become A Bed
Of Roses For You My Love.
Rejoice evermore.
Pry without casing. In everything give thanks
for this is the will of god in christ jesus concering you.
As we enter the New Year together,
Lets resolve to appreciate the Love we
share and watch it grow deeper.
Let gives A warm welcome
to the Year cherish
each moment that the Yaer
shall behold so lets come
together and celebrate
A blissful start to
the New Year.
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Both of them liked being out on Delhi roads
at dawn.
As they reached the DND flyover from Sarai Kale Khan
they could see a red sun over Okhla,
and as they went down towards Ashram, she said -
if only this Yamuna had a little life in it, no?
He got a little bothered
at this sudden, pretentious love for nature -
I have come all the way from Yamuna Vihar,
the petrol's almost gone,
and you're thinking of the river.
How many cities
will we move in this one city
to look for a place.
Tr. from Ravish Kumar's ?????? ?
As they reached the DND flyover from Sarai Kale Khan
they could see a red sun over Okhla,
and as they went down towards Ashram, she said -
if only this Yamuna had a little life in it, no?
He got a little bothered
at this sudden, pretentious love for nature -
I have come all the way from Yamuna Vihar,
the petrol's almost gone,
and you're thinking of the river.
How many cities
will we move in this one city
to look for a place.
Tr. from Ravish Kumar's ?????? ?
Ravish Kumar |
Labels:
Delhi,
DND,
Hindi,
Laprek,
love,
Okhla,
Ravish Kumar,
Sarai Kale Khan,
translation,
Yamuna,
Yamuna Vihar
Happy New Year 2016 Wishes and Greetings
This Year believe in yourself and
achieve everything you deserve.
May this new year brings peace and joy in your
life and take you to-wards excel-lence.
Every day is and opportunity
to have a fresh start.
Dear New Year,
Please let me, my family,
my clients and my friends
be just Happy this Time...
Here wishing you a happy prosperous fun filled
joyful and fortunate new year a head.
Sending you a bouqest of warm
wishes on this New Year.
May every day of the new year glow
with good cheer and happiness
for you and your family.
Wishing you a fabulous 2016 with full great
achievements and experiences. A meaningful
chapter waiting to be written Happy New Year.
You are the reason behind my smile and add to my joys
by being beside me om this New Year.
Friday, November 27, 2015
To escape the rain
tr. from Ravish Kumar's ?????? ??
To escape the rain,
he parked the scooter
under the Moolchand flyover.
They were so lost in each other
they didn't even notice
all the other scooters
waiting around them
for the rain to end.
For no reason at all,
he kept on trying
to become her umbrella,
and she felt good
under an umbrella she didn't need
below a flyover.
All the people around them
stared as if they were a
leftover cloud.
To escape the rain,
he parked the scooter
under the Moolchand flyover.
They were so lost in each other
they didn't even notice
all the other scooters
waiting around them
for the rain to end.
For no reason at all,
he kept on trying
to become her umbrella,
and she felt good
under an umbrella she didn't need
below a flyover.
All the people around them
stared as if they were a
leftover cloud.
Ravish Kumar |
Labels:
Delhi,
Hindi,
Laprek,
love,
Moolchand,
Rain,
Ravish Kumar,
translation
Thursday, November 26, 2015
I have that small town feeling today
tr. from Ravish Kumar's ?????? ?
I have that small town feeling today...
and I feel like metro.
You know, whenever you pass by South Ex, I feel like Karawal Nagar.
Shut up, you're crazy. In Delhi, everyone feels like Delhi.
That's not how it is. Not every one in Delhi is Delhi. Just like
everyone doesn't have love in their eyes...
okay, but then how am I South Ex?
Just like I am Karawal Nagar.
You're right...
you know, if this Barahpula flyover wasn't there, then the distance
between South Ex and Sarai Kale Khan would've been too much.
Are you in love with me or with the city?
With the city; because my city is you.
I have that small town feeling today...
and I feel like metro.
You know, whenever you pass by South Ex, I feel like Karawal Nagar.
Shut up, you're crazy. In Delhi, everyone feels like Delhi.
That's not how it is. Not every one in Delhi is Delhi. Just like
everyone doesn't have love in their eyes...
okay, but then how am I South Ex?
Just like I am Karawal Nagar.
You're right...
you know, if this Barahpula flyover wasn't there, then the distance
between South Ex and Sarai Kale Khan would've been too much.
Are you in love with me or with the city?
With the city; because my city is you.
Ravish Kumar |
Soil, sand, dust
If anyone sees that sand or dust is falling on him,
then he will become very rich
and own a lot of property.
If he sees that he is walking in dust and sand
or he sees that he is loaded with the soil,
then he will have to toil much to get wealth
and he will get plenty of it.
If anyone sees that dust is suspended in the sky,
then it is a sign that his affairs
will become complicated.
If a person sees that he is digging the earth
and eating its oil
then he will be devouring wealth
with deceit and falsehood,
because �earth� means
a false religion.
A wilderness of horror
has the same interpretation.
From Interpretation of Dreams, Imam Muhammad Bin Sirin (Ahmadiyya Muslim Mission Nigeria, 1979). Submitted by Dale Wisely.
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Come
tr. from Ashok Vajpeyi's '??'
Come,
like darkness comes near darkness,
like water runs into water,
like light dissolves in light,
Come,
like darkness comes near darkness,
like water runs into water,
like light dissolves in light,
come, wear me,
like a tree wears the bark,
like a mud-path wears the grass,
take me,
like the darkness takes the roots,
like water takes the moon,
like the infinite takes time.
like a tree wears the bark,
like a mud-path wears the grass,
take me,
like the darkness takes the roots,
like water takes the moon,
like the infinite takes time.
Monday, November 23, 2015
And We Provided Frances Crammer Greenman with a Model
The telephone rang in the Newspaper Room. It was
Francis Crammer Greenman. A friend had just called
from the Library to tell her
that a type she had been looking for for a picture
was sitting in the Newspaper Room.
It was an old man with a beard.
Would the assistant hold him until she got there �
she was six blocks away?
The man had left.
But they thought he had gone to the Magazine Room.
The call was transferred: the man was found
by Reference in our room.
He stayed. She came.
They left together.
From the Daily Happenings log of the New York Public Library Reference Room, June 1952. Submitted by John FitzGerald.
Ngawhatu by Maggie Rainey-Smith
On
the Richmond bus to Nelson passing Polstead Road
you
only had to say it, and everyone knew, unspoken
we
almost dared not look, it stirred such potent thoughts
caused
laughter, mocking, and a deeply seated superstition
innuendo
out the window, the road that leads to there
To
where? You ask? But
we all knew, we knew for sure
that�s
where the loonies go and you�ll go there for sure
Sunday, November 22, 2015
"Sunday Morning" at 100
"Wallace Stevens�s �Sunday Morning� (1915) is a lofty poetic meditation�almost a philosophical discourse�rooted in a few basic questions: what happens to us when we die? Can we believe seriously in an afterlife? If we can�t, what comfort can we take in the only life we get? As World War I intensified and Stevens neared middle age, he broached these subjects with quiet urgency in a poem as beautiful as it is difficult.
Although �Sunday Morning� is considered Stevens�s breakthrough poem, it wasn�t published until he was 36. It debuted in Poetry magazine during a year that brought several other Modernist milestones, including T.S. Eliot�s �The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,� Marianne Moore�s first professionally published poems, and a major Imagist anthology coedited by the poets Richard Aldington and H.D. Compared with these experiments by younger writers�and with many of the poems later collected in Stevens�s first book, Harmonium (1923)��Sunday Morning� innovates in a mellower and statelier mode. "read the full article
read "Sunday Morning"
The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Louboutin pas cher
Sometimes weak
with your face about powerful creatures
their assailants, louboutin pas cher
Numerous times
for more information on forg louboutin
et the fear, forget escape
People call
this condition called scared no point
Qin Feng today, everywhere
In the such and all, in one state
Some Wordpress spam. Submitted by Ffion Lindsay.
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
You walk in
and my eyes catch fire, you touch
me and my skin's live wire,
and no matter tonight
how much I deny
her, I think I
am going
to die of
desire.
me and my skin's live wire,
and no matter tonight
how much I deny
her, I think I
am going
to die of
desire.
Monday, November 16, 2015
Joy
Remove all sharp objects from jumper!
Do not use when smoking!
Do not use with high blood pressure!
Do not use during pregnancy!
Do not use when suffering!
Do not use somersaults!
Use only bare foots!
The warning notice packaged with a trampoline kit from the Big Bounce trampoline company. Submitted by Emma Neale.
Abdullah, The Servant of God � by Wade Bishop
He was not a handsome man
not even in possession of a face that was easy to look into
it was journey twisted and wrinkled like a baby at birth
........
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Poetry Shops
It may not be happening in your hometown, but poetry stores are appearing in some U.S. cities that have active literary communities.
In Boulder, Cambridge, Milwaukee and Seattle these stores are considered "niche retail." While brick and mortar bookstores have been hit hard by online sellers like Amazon, these shops supply a definite niche in poetry.
An article in The New Yorker describes what it calls The Curious Persistence of Poetry Shops, they say that "The countercultural appeal of poetry, like that of art, makes it a relatively easy sell to a population willing to shop for things that they don�t necessarily need but might covet as a form of self-expression. That niche is centuries old, and enduring."
One shop featured is Berl�s Brooklyn Poetry Shop which is New York's only all poetry bookstore. The shop describes itself as "a bookstore that sells poetry books and chapbooks; A space that celebrates art, creativity, performance, and the handmade, and a partner to many small presses local to Brooklyn, around the country, and worldwide.
Are there any poetry shops in your town?
In Boulder, Cambridge, Milwaukee and Seattle these stores are considered "niche retail." While brick and mortar bookstores have been hit hard by online sellers like Amazon, these shops supply a definite niche in poetry.
An article in The New Yorker describes what it calls The Curious Persistence of Poetry Shops, they say that "The countercultural appeal of poetry, like that of art, makes it a relatively easy sell to a population willing to shop for things that they don�t necessarily need but might covet as a form of self-expression. That niche is centuries old, and enduring."
One shop featured is Berl�s Brooklyn Poetry Shop which is New York's only all poetry bookstore. The shop describes itself as "a bookstore that sells poetry books and chapbooks; A space that celebrates art, creativity, performance, and the handmade, and a partner to many small presses local to Brooklyn, around the country, and worldwide.
Are there any poetry shops in your town?
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