The snow, its vagrant hues…“Purely,” my poem

The snow, its vagrant hues…“Purely,” my poem

take another look…

 

 

Purely

 

The fallen snow lifts my eyes

as high as everything,

it cloaks all, this gentle tableau,

so white, so grey,

so mottled white in the mix

   of so many of the plainest colors,

so many hints of vagrant hues,

so quiet,

such stillness,

such cold,

such wonted white,

all, all…

 

December 11, 2019

It was all just there, free for the looking…

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: A Pirate Looks at Fifty

   Jimmy Buffett,

      hijinksed,

         slobbering,

              the whole deal…

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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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On Chesil Beach…book review

On Chesil Beach…book review

to each his or her own…

 

 

Book review:

On Chesil Beach

 

by Ian McEwan (b1948)

New York: Nan A. Talese, Doubleday, 2007

203 pages

 

Most likely you will find yourself undeniably drawn to keep turning the pages of On Chesil Beach.

It’s a quiet book, but it’s loaded with exotically passionate words and moments and discoveries about the very private concepts of love that Edward and Florence bring to their marriage in 1962.

There is almost none of the heaving bosom stuff that corrupts so many tales about love, and the language is realistic, almost chaste.

Ian McEwan lets the two lovers try to talk to each other about stuff that they deeply feel but for which they hardly know the words.

There is a sad, and sadly understandable, ending.

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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Financier

Theodore Dreiser’s villain…

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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

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the kid is talking, listen up!…“Words,” my poem

the kid is talking, listen up!…“Words,” my poem

a rush of words

 

 

Words

 

He’s talking now,

he’s telling tales,

and he repeats

   as he regales

      dear Gram and me

         with words so strong,

and thoughts so deep,

and bits of song.

 

He’s hatching words

   to speak his mind.

He’s gushing words,

each one’s a trace

   of what he’s learned

      or redefined

         or made to fit

            the time and place.

 

This rush of words,

this glib embrace,

this triumph of

   our youngest lad

      is quite a thrill,

a gift each day.

 

His words are real

   but lips and tongue

      are still at play—

we don’t know what

   he means to say.

 

We’ll love it more

   when it’s all straight,

we understand,

his meaning’s clear.

For now we wait,

we make our sounds,

he doesn’t stop

   or hesitate.

He’s in full voice,

it fills the ear,

the sounds of love

   are what we hear.

 

September 2, 2015

Every kid gets to this place, don’t you love it?

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Scarlet Letter

the beating hearts…by Nathaniel Hawthorne

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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It’s a novel, stupid…The Fountainhead

It’s a novel, stupid…The Fountainhead

a real good story…

 

 

Book review:

The Fountainhead

 

by Ayn Rand (1905-1982)

Indianapolis, IN: The Bobbs-Merrill Company, 1943

754 pages

 

You already know something about what The Fountainhead is all about, otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this review.

Here’s my contribution: think of The Fountainhead as a novel, as a love story, as a heroic fable, as a celebration of human virtue and the urge to do the right thing. Think about that moralistic gem from Hamlet: “To thine own self be true.”

The Fountainhead is an elaboration of Ayn Rand’s imagination about ambition, self-actualization, courage, endurance, and a kind of love that needs more marshmallows and less of the kind of talk that you wouldn’t expect to hear in the library stacks.

It’s a real good story. Roark, Dominique, and a couple other characters aren’t sketched, they’re lushly painted with many words that you don’t hear in ordinary conversation.

Forget about the political claptrap that’s bandied about using a rubric of “Ayn Rand’s philosophy.”

She was a novelist first, and her talent ran dry when she stepped out of the literary sphere.

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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

The Unknown American Revolution (book review)

in the streets, says Gary Nash

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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

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 “…be ready for every good work.”

 “…be ready for every good work.”

they’re out there…

 

 

“…be ready for every good work.”

 

Titus 3:1 (KJ21)

 

…including your own good works!

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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

For All the Tea in China (book review)

Sarah Rose brews the whole ugly story

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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

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