by Richard Subber | Jan 28, 2025 | Reflections, Tidbits
it’s there, look around…
“Eighty percent of everything
that is true and beautiful
can be experienced
on any ten-minute walk.”
from Somehow: Thoughts on Love
by Anne Lamott
New York: Riverhead Books, 2024
194 pages
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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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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Jan 26, 2025 | Books, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections, Tidbits
I’ve seen other creatures…
la cage
I could be wrong,
I think I’m a bird.
It’s hard to put it into words
‘cause I can’t talk
in exactly the way
the big creature does.
The creature can’t sing, of course,
I’ve sung the easy tunes
so many times,
but all I hear from the creature
is “la la la”
and “mmmh mmmh,”
without a speck of joy.
The creature gives me food,
although the seeds are really old
and the bugs are already dead!
and nectar?
oh well, I’ll keep waiting…
The hairy thing that barks
doesn’t jump up any more,
I stopped being scared.
It’s a good thing I’m up so high!
I did get to fly once
when the creature
forgot to shut the little door,
but I didn’t go far,
my little arms got tired,
then I moved around three times
and then the creature grabbed me—
it didn’t hurt—
and now I’m back inside.
I can see through the wall,
the sun is sometimes bright,
the sticks with greenish things
go up and down,
and back and forth,
I’ve seen other creatures
that sort of look like me,
I heard one sing my song.
A while ago, when it was dark
I think I had a thought…
I’m sitting here…
I can’t remember it.
December 7, 2024
“la cage” was inspired by “A Caged Bird” by Sarah Orne Jewett (1849-1909)
excerpt:
“High at the window in her cage
The old canary flits and sings,
Nor sees across the curtain pass
The shadow of a swallow’s wings.”
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Book review: Shantung Compound
They didn’t care so much
about each other…
by Langdon Gilkey
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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Jan 23, 2025 | Book reviews, Books, Poetry, Reviews of other poets
there’s more than structure involved…
Book review:
American Poetry: The Nineteenth Century
Vols. 1 and 2
New York: The Library of America, 1993
Vol. 1 – 1,099 pages
Vol. 2 – 1,049 pages
What can I say?
In general, the poetry of bygone centuries is uninteresting to me.
The poets were convinced that structure was overwhelmingly important, or, perhaps, their readers were convinced that structure was overwhelmingly important, or, perhaps, both.
The word “relentless” comes to my mind. It’s difficult for me to read much of this work—silently or aloud—without bobbing my head, saying the emphasized syllables with increasing vigor and noise, and moving my body to match the all-too-obvious, often drum beat rhythms.
It seems to me that these poets think that the conjunction of selected words is of secondary or tertiary concern, whereas I believe it should be the overriding expression of the poetic arts.
The millions in the past disagreed. So be it.
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Forget about Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Dracula is a scary book, really…
by Bram Stoker
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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Jan 21, 2025 | Books, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections, Tidbits
one more round…
before it’s light…
It’s not quite day,
and I haven’t completely
shrugged sleep from my thoughts,
I’m thinking this is the short time,
this is “get started” time,
this is the gossamer moment
for pulling on the bright shirt
and welcoming one more day,
one more morning,
one more round of life,
one more chance
to get it mostly right,
I’m thinking nothing new here,
just like yesterday,
do good things,
get ready for tomorrow.
October 2, 2024
…waiting for breakfast at Easter’s Country Kitchen, Hingham, MA
Published in Creative Inspirations, Jan-Feb 2025 issue
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Book review: Hag-Seed
by Margaret Atwood…it ain’t Shakespeare
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by Richard Subber | Jan 16, 2025 | Human Nature, Reflections, Tidbits
the humanity…
“Ah, the prayers of the millions,
how they must fight and destroy each other
on their way to the throne of God.”
We always think of our prayers as singular events…
From Tortilla Flat in The Short Novels of John Steinbeck
by John Steinbeck with an introduction by Joseph Henry Jackson
New York: The Viking Press, orig. copy. 1953, 1963.
527 pages
quote from p. 18
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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.
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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Jan 14, 2025 | Language, My poetry, Poetry
the horses lost their jobs
It was red
What’s left are the last thin hunks
of that heroic red machine,
planted in the front field,
not going anywhere,
still pointed to its last destination.
This is a marvel of machine,
a completely rusted spectacle of progress,
form invites quick memories
of function…
It doesn’t tempt the kids,
there are no pedals to push,
the big seat is too high
and it’s too rough for bouncing,
and it’s too far from the thick rusty wheel
with no horn,
the big rugged tractor tires
turned one last time
when the moon and the stars
and the sun were younger.
Once it was a noisy monster,
the farmer called the thing “Bab,”
it scared the horses who lost their jobs,
it scattered the goats and the hens,
the pigs went rooting
on the other side of the barn.
Old farmers remember their first ride
on their magic new machines
that chugged everywhere, pulled anything,
each tractor needed its own tool box,
half metal stuff, half mystery stuff,
and the farmers knew
how to keep them going,
and they knew the secret kick
that finished many repair jobs.
This rig’s driver never used
a couple of the rods
and a few of the knobby connectors,
and he never wondered
why he didn’t know
what they were for.
The spectral farmer in baggy overalls
who starts to fill the tank each night
always struggles with the cap,
and always decides to wait…
October 27, 2024
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Book review: Shakespeare’s Wife
Germaine Greer just went overboard a bit…
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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
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