Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

  • Justus Quidem Tu Es, Domine, Si Disputem Tecum, Verumtamen Justa Loquar Ad Te

    March 20th, 2020 | Poetry | journalpulp | 1 Comment

    Justus quidem tu es, Domine, si disputem tecum; verumtamen justa loquar ad te: Quare via impiorum prosperatur? Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend With thee; but, sir, so what I plead is just. Why do sinners’ ways prosper? and why must Disappointment all I endeavour end? Wert thou my enemy, O thou my […]

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  • 3 Strange & Wondrous Ways You Can Learn Poetry By Heart & Memorize Any Passage of Literature

    December 24th, 2019 | Poetry | journalpulp | 6 Comments

    Poems, unique among all literature, were for many centuries specifically meant to be learned by heart. They were meant to be memorized and then recited aloud. This is called the oral tradition of poetry.  It means holding literature in the mind and heart, and then reciting it. Thus we find in the oral tradition of […]

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  • Petrarch, Shakespeare, and Sonnet 73

    November 15th, 2019 | Shakespeare | journalpulp | No Comments

    The Italian poet Petrarch (1304-1374) did not invent the Petrarchan sonnet, which is also known as the Italian sonnet. It was first used by Dante (1265-1321) and then later by many of Dante’s contemporaries. Petrarch’s excellence with the form, however, especially when celebrating his beloved Laura, made the Italian sonnet more widely known, so that even […]

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  • Waitress

    Waitress

    April 25th, 2017 | Americana | journalpulp | No Comments

    She works in a diner called the Desert Rose which sits along the northwestern edge of Colorado, near the Utah border. It’s a small and undistinguished affair, worn and weathered but always brightly lit and burning like a little beacon in that high American desert. Triangles of cherry pie sit bleeding in the pie case, […]

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  • Autumnal

    October 12th, 2013 | Poetry | journalpulp | 7 Comments

    Summer dies, the long days wane away. The heat in the sky melts like lead to liquid pools. The hills beyond are as white as clay. Now creep in the gentle autumn ghouls, Trailing behind their silken shawls of Lethe- an mist. Shadows warp, gourds enlarge. And now what is always there but not Quite […]

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  • High Cheekbones (A Post about Beauty)

    High Cheekbones (A Post about Beauty)

    August 21st, 2013 | Beauty | journalpulp | 7 Comments

    At the bar where I work (and work), when after an interview the drunken reporter asked me “Are you a tit man or an ass man?” I replied: “High cheekbones” (improvising a little on my favorite poet, whose name is Karl Shapiro): Verlaine compares the buttocks and the breasts: Buttocks the holy throne of the indecencies. […]

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  • Autumn

    Autumn

    October 4th, 2012 | Poetry | journalpulp | No Comments

    Summer dies, the long days wane away. The heat in the sky melts like lead to liquid pools. The hills beyond are as white as clay. Now creep in the gentle autumn ghouls, Trailing behind their silken shawls of Lethe- an mist. Shadows warp, gourds enlarge. And now what is always there but not Quite […]

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  • Detail

    Detail

    July 13th, 2012 | Poetry | journalpulp | No Comments

    The cat eats the praying mantis By punching it to death, Pushing it with her paws, Playing soccer with it, Tossing it in the air, Carrying it around in her jaws And finally, when the insect Has no more motion or flutter, Chewing its green head off. — Karl Shapiro

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  • William Faulkner Answers Student’s Questions

    William Faulkner Answers Student’s Questions

    June 17th, 2012 | William Faulkner | journalpulp | 11 Comments

    “No man ever put more of his heart and soul into the written word than did William Faulkner.” — Eudora Welty In 1947, at the University of Mississippi, William Faulkner — an extraordinarily inconsistent and difficult writer whose work is almost invariably frustrating, and yet a writer whom you cannot ever quite dismiss (the following […]

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  • Forever Yours

    Forever Yours

    March 27th, 2012 | Poetry | journalpulp | 2 Comments

    He trudged into the desert, taking almost nothing with him but water and a ghost- ly old photo of a lady beside the ocean. That first night, he lay above a dry creek bed. Below, he heard vipers moving through the sand with a side-winding motion, and he did not sleep. He’d grown obsessed with […]

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  • What Makes Literature Last?

    What Makes Literature Last?

    October 28th, 2011 | Literature | journalpulp | 2 Comments

    “One of the tests of a good writer,” said the poet Karl Shapiro, “is editorial acumen, the ability to turn down your work. It’s the amateur who falls in love with his own written words and holds them sacrosanct.” I think that that’s essentially true. I think also that anyone can learn to write formulaic […]

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