“Poetry is what I see…”…my poem

say it again

 

 

Poetry is…

 

Poetry is what I see and hear and feel,

it is the life force of my sensations,

it is my potent thinking,

it is my surrender to the beauty of words

   that leap together in my mind,

and spill onto my page,

and wait to pass your lips.

 

September 17, 2024

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

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”

 

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

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“icing on the evening.”…“gâteau,” my poem

“icing on the evening.”…“gâteau,” my poem

it’s OK to stand there…

 

 

gâteau

 

My glance adds nothing

   to the moment of this sky,

I know so well

   it will not stay,

it holds my eye

   for seconds more,

this sweet stack

   of layered night,

this icing on the evening.

 

March 23, 2025

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

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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Moby-Dick and stuff…

Moby-Dick and stuff…

Moby-Dick and stuff….

 

 

I know whale tales aren’t for everyone.

If you’re still with me, you might be interested to know that Herman Melville’s iconic whale story was published 174 years ago in London, and then, a month later, in New York.

The original title is Moby-Dick; or, The Whale. Melville actually went to sea as a crewman on a whaling vessel, and based his novel in part on a real sperm whale named Mocha Dick, known to South Pacific sailors in the 1840s.

Early in his career Melville was briefly acclaimed for some of his South Pacific stories, such as Typee, but he was obscure during the last 30 years of his life. He earned only $1,200 or so from the sale of about 3,200 copies of Moby-Dick, which was out of print when he died in 1891.

A first American edition of the book can easily be secured if you have about $80,000 to spend.

Melville wrote in a variety of genres—again, not for all tastes. I’m a big fan of Moby-Dick, and I’m also an advocate for Bartleby, the Scrivener: A Story of Wall Street. Nothing of the South Pacific in this one. The circumstances of this desiccated short story are curious, even eccentric, incredulous. The withered and aloof Bartleby is presented, examined and disdained, until his very dispirited isolation makes him the object of the narrator’s genuine but increasingly troubled caretaking.

Don’t overlook Billy Budd, Sailor. It’s a searing morality play.

You may be surprised to know that Melville also wrote poetry. One critic has somewhat ponderously suggested that Moby-Dick is filled with Melville’s incipient poetry. I certainly believe that a story can contain a poem, but I don’t see anything like that in Moby-Dick.

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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

A Farewell to Arms (book review)

classic Ernest Hemingway

    with relentlessly realistic dialogue…

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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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be a buttonhole…

be a buttonhole…

being a buttonhole…

 

 

“I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,  

or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,  

but because it never forgot what it could do.”

 

Keep on doing what you can do.

 

quote from “Famous” by Naomi Shihab Nye (b1952)

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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review:

Shakespeare: The World as Stage

The Bard was the lucky one…

by Bill Bryson

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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”

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The Fabric of Reality…book review

The Fabric of Reality…book review

let’s talk about relevance…

 

 

Book review:

The Fabric of Reality:

The Science of Parallel Universes—

         and its Implications

 

by David Deutsch

New York: Penguin Books, 1997

 

The Fabric of Reality is intriguing, but it’s also hard work.

I think I “understand,” to use Deutsch’s word, that he likes to talk about the Big Bang and the so-called Theory of Everything.

Personally, I find it interesting to know something about his “four main strands,” namely, quantum physics, epistemology, the theory of computation, and evolution.

Nevertheless, I embrace a willingness to suspect that the esoterica of physics and a philosophy of physics are essentially irrelevant to the lives that nearly all of us lead.

You can read the whole book if you want to.

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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review:

Moral Tribes by Joshua Greene

sincere, but off the mark…

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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse poems,
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“magic still unknown…”…“Void,” my poem

“magic still unknown…”…“Void,” my poem

looking up has no avail

 

 

Void

 

No trace, a void,

the trees embrace

   the empty vault,

no whispered breeze,

no hint of dawn,

the dark can tell no tale,

and looking up

   has no avail…

 

The ancients saw such sky,

and had scant words

   for such nothingness,

and took their time

   to wonder:

      had their gods fled?

or mused on magic

   still unknown,

or turned to scrape

   another stone,

they did not know of

   and had no care

      for moons and star things.

 

March 14, 2025

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Chosen

Life: exuberant, and otherwise…

by Chaim Potok

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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”

 

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

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