by Richard Subber | Nov 23, 2023 | Book reviews, Books, Poetry, Reviews of other poets
her words are arrows…
Book review:
Evidence
by Mary Oliver (1935-2019)
Boston: Beacon Press, 2009
74 pages
Guilty, guilty, guilty. With Evidence, Mary Oliver is guilty once again of nailing me to the floor so I can read every single poem in her book, one after the other.
Her style encourages me to think that I can write more and better poetry, because she makes it seem so easy to choose the right words, in the right order. Mary speaks straight from her heart, she uses exacting words as arrows to find precise targets in vision and imagination, and she leaves out all the other stuff.
Despite the mountain of her years, we have Evidence: Mary Oliver climbed to the highest branches. Here’s an excerpt from “About Angels and About Trees”:
“…what I know is that
they rest, sometimes,
in the tops of the trees
and you can see them,
or almost see them,
or, anyway, think: what a
wonderful idea…
The trees, anyway, are
miraculous, full of
angels…and certainly
ready to be
the resting place of
strange, winged creatures
that we, in this world, have loved.”
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“Boil up” and other good manners…
The “Hobo Ethical Code” is worth a quick read.
In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Nov 18, 2023 | Language, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
s’agit d’amour…
Nuit
La nuit me dit,
”Mon cher, qu’as tu?”
et je réponds,
“Rien…mais oui,
encore je pense à elle
qui est ma chère depuis…”
Ma vie en toute,
mon âme, ma femme,
le même pour moi…
S’agit d’amour, cher noir,
la nuit qui est tout seul…
et moi aussi.
1968
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“Tear it up,” says Kurt Vonnegut
“Write a six line poem, about anything…
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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Nov 14, 2023 | Language, My poetry, Poetry
where do you belong?
natura
I march in the hills,
I sleep in grassy vales,
the proud peaks relent, betimes,
they hold my footsteps
in high places,
and I look down again
on sylvan slopes
that beck to me
and open to my passing through,
I wet my feet in waters
with no name,
I rest in bosky dells,
and I sing a forest song…
I belong to all this beauty.
July 10, 2023
inspired by “Ascent” by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, as published July 9, 2023, on her website, A Hundred Falling Veils
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Oops, Columbus didn’t “discover” America
…but he got close…
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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Nov 7, 2023 | Human Nature, My poetry, Poetry
the yearling ahead of the herd
Taking a walk
There she goes again.
She’s running ahead, beyond my reach,
she stops and waits if I call loud enough,
but she doesn’t shout back.
Taking a walk
isn’t something she needs to do
in measured steps with me.
It’s the daring.
I think she’s not testing limits,
she’s learning what to do,
and how to do it,
before a limit comes into view,
before it makes her mindful.
It’s the dashing.
It’s not escape, it’s exuberance.
It’s a style of open plains loping,
she doesn’t see the sidewalk
that I’m following,
she’s following the instinct
of the yearling ahead of the herd.
It’s the dancing.
She runs, she skips,
she jumps, she hears a music
that has nothing to do
with my cautions
or my grown-up obligation
or my protective love.
It’s the doing.
I understand that she is
reaping new experiences in her life.
There is no danger outside my imagination.
The coyotes are out of range,
I’m sure of it and she depends on me.
She is a dasher, a dancer and a prancer,
and it is my joy
to scramble to catch up to her again.
April 22, 2017
My oldest granddaughter likes being out in front. She has never actually ranged far enough ahead to be out of my sight. I don’t know if she would go that far. I guess she wouldn’t do it deliberately. I don’t really think she might be attacked by a dog rushing out from the next home she passes…I can’t get that completely out of my mind. I can guess at the horizons she’s pushing back in her mind. She won’t understand the joy/fear in my mind until she’s a lot older. There are three more grandkids in line behind her. I’m learning to walk faster.
My poem “Taking a walk” was published in my second collection of 47 poems, Seeing far: Selected poems.
You can buy it on Amazon (paperback and Kindle),
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Movie review: Same Time, Next Year
all-American adultery, oh yeah…
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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Oct 31, 2023 | Book reviews, Books, Joys of reading, Language
sassy, salty, and singular
Book review:
The Kingdom of the Kid:
Growing Up In The Long-Lost Hamptons
by Geoff Gehman (b1958)
State University of New York Press, Albany, NY 2013
238 pages
I stepped outside my comfort zone to read Geoff Gehman’s memoir about some of his childhood years in the “long-lost Hamptons.” I’m glad I did.
If you have a particular point of view about memoirs, either for or against, try to forget it and pick up The Kingdom of the Kid, and just settle in for the ride.
This is more than a prosaic romp through childhood memories, it is a paean celebrating a child’s-eye-view of life.
Gehman is a writer who likes to “linger over words,” that’s my kind of writer. His prose, his stories, his memories…sassy, salty and singular.
Gehman is a poet, too. Repeatedly, he offers lush insight into his industrious youth, his friendships with the young and the old, his affinity for the place, the “long-lost Hamptons” where Geoff and his pals spent the good old days.
He describes the scene as he observed mourners in the Wainscott Cemetery:
“…I sat on my bike in the school parking lot, shaded by grand sycamores, and watched visitors treat the cemetery with reverence. They placed flowers by graves, prayed on their knees, cried on their backs. They stared at the sky, held séances in broad daylight, eavesdropped on eternity.
“Those pilgrims taught me the morality of mortality. Without asking anyone I learned to walk around the stones, to respect the dead as if they were alive.”
In every chapter he offers another little piece of his heart.
The Kingdom of the Kid is good reading. Real good.
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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2023 All rights reserved.
Book review: The Bridges of Madison County
If you’re looking for
highly stoked eroticism
and high-rolling lives
that throw off sparks when they touch,
look elsewhere.
by Robert Waller
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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Oct 29, 2023 | Human Nature, Joys of reading, My poetry, Poetry
remember your first time?
Learning
There is duty in learning, yes,
but the gentle passions of curiosity
can turn the page
and move the pencil
and light the quest
to learn more.
There is labor in learning, yes,
but the rush of exaltation
excites the calculus of understanding,
spills pride across the page,
pushes the pencil to the next line,
wakens the will to persist,
tightens the fingers
that write the strange new truths,
leans into learning
a bit more,
and then more…
July 11, 2023
Inspired by Die Hausaufgabe (The Homework), an 1893 painting by Simon Glücklich (1863-1943)
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Book review: The Proud Tower
…it’s a lot more than a history book…
by Barbara Tuchman
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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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