The City of Poetry
The life I live,
The one I hoped
To live—
How seldom
They coincide.
Sometimes, briefly,
They do;
Sometimes, in the city.
—Gregory Orr, from “The City of Poetry” a poetic sequence in his new collection River Inside the River.
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The life I live,
The one I hoped
To live—
How seldom
They coincide.
Sometimes, briefly,
They do;
Sometimes, in the city.
—Gregory Orr, from “The City of Poetry” a poetic sequence in his new collection River Inside the River.
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Celebrate the 130th Anniversary of the Brooklyn Bridge with a marathon reading of Hart Crane’s epic poem “The Bridge.”
Sunday, May 19th, 3pm
Brooklyn Bridge Park
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“There is no simple formula for the relationship of art to justice. But I do know that artâin my own case the art of poetryâmeans nothing if it simply decorates the dinner table of power which holds it hostage. The radical disparities of wealth and power in America are widening at a devastating rate. A President cannot meaningfully honor certain token artists while the people at large are so dishonored.”
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“Iâm an old man/ Made young again/ By the poems I love.”
Gregory Orrâs âThe City of Poetryâ (via therumpus)
A sneak peak from Orr’s new collection, River Inside the River, on sale June 3rd.
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That time I thought I was in love
and calmly said so
was not much different from the time
I was truly in love
and slept poorly and spoke out loud
to the wall
and discovered the hidden genius
of my hands
And the times I felt less in love,
less than someone,
were, to be honest, not so different
either.
Each was ridiculous in its own way
and each was tender, yes,
sometimes even the false is tender.
I am astonished
by the various kisses weâre capable of.
Each from different heights
diminished, which is simply the law.
And the big bruise
from the long fall looked perfectly white
in a few years.
That astounded me most of all.
—Stephen Dunn, from New and Selected Poems 1974-1994
Imagine yourself a caterpillar.
There’s an awful shrug and, suddenly,
You’re beautiful for as long as you live.
—the final lines of Poem For People That Are Understandably Too Busy To Read Poetry by Stephen Dunn
I wish I had a roof over my bed
to pull down on my head when I feel damned
by wanting you so much it looks like need.
—from Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons by Marilyn Hacker
THE RUB
Over on the New Museum site, you can find Cathy Park Hong and Mores McWreath’s ”The Rub,” an e-chapbook of GIFs and haiku that explores shame and failure in stand-up and online comedy. (Be warned: It’s not entirely safe for work.)Â
Cathy Park Hong, you’ll recall, is the author of Engine Empire, which David Mitchell called “novelistic, meditative, offbeat, and soulful.”