You and I, we met on a Tuesday night.
It was just a typical day for you;
For me though, our encounter shed new light.
Amidst the crowd, found that special place
Where we hear giggles; go in without a trace.
CHICAGO — The Poetry Foundation is pleased to announce that poet Marie Ponsot has won the 2013 Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize.
Presented annually to a living U.S. poet whose lifetime
accomplishments warrant extraordinary recognition, the Ruth Lilly Poetry
Prize is one of the most prestigious awards given to American poets. At
$100,000, it is also one of the nation’s largest literary prizes.
See, every time I stayed on the path that would lead me further into
people’s glances, I was dancing in the wind... left to see the way they
see me for my heart was neatly stitched on my sleeve, so their stares
became glares into the soul of what even they were never told. The
stories of those that were left to dance within the wind, left to spiral
in confusion masked as the answer to the questions, of what they should
one day aspire to be in their lifelong quest for a conclusion.
Pope Francis took his name from Saint Francis of Assisi. The Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi serves as a gentle reminder of what we hope to seek in others, if not ourselves, regardless of our affiliations.
Childhood memories cherished and remote recollections
Emerging in magnified clarity encourage renewed perceptions
Open air big screen films referred to as “Drive-Ins”
A regular Saturday night treat — family car, excitement within
Dylan Thomas got drunk at the White Horse Tavern in New York before he famously died.
Jack Kerouac got drunk at the Flamingo Bar in St Petersburg before he died.
Thomas' stagger home was an exclamation point. Kerouac's stagger home was a footnote.
And Syracuse is losing again...it must be March.
It's the weekend after Kerouac's birthday and the Flamingo Bar is still reeling from the hangover. The bar has done well for itself as Jack Kerouac's last call. Not as well as the White Horse, but St. Pete's doesn't have the literary tradition of Greenwich Village. Whereas Kerouac was known to drink at the White Horse there is no evidence than Thomas ever set foot in St. Petersburg...let alone the Flamingo Bar.
In researching a recent story on the forgotten king of jazz – Buddy Bolden – I stumbled upon the art of Noah Saterstrom. At the time it was my objective to have that one piece of art accompany the article. It was a work of art based on the only known photograph to exist of Buddy Bolden. That didn’t come to pass…this interview did.
A Poem Assembled from Metta World Peace (aka Ron Artest) Quotes
I don’t shake substitutions’ hands.
I lose my feet.
I’d like to thank my psychiatrist.
I felt something,
But I didn’t know it was an actual head.
I knew somebody suffered something at that point.
There were a lot of emotions in that game.
I can’t worry about that.
I have to try to get the ball.