by Richard Subber | Jul 9, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry
tinkle, sway, hum…
Winter, add Woo, stir
…all the notes make medleys,
it’s a quiet nightclub sound,
it’s okay to listen
with the other ear,
and hear the lilt and the lift
and the living rhythms
without trying too hard
to pay attention,
and nod in time
when an old refrain
makes a hole in the buzz,
and you hear again
those words that throb and skip
and nestle into
those last few tinkling keys…
Hingham, MA
April 2, 2024
Bob Winter at the keyboard
and Elaine Woo at the mic
made really beautiful music at Linden Ponds
on an otherwise really ordinary April afternoon.
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Book review: The Financier
He is Theodore Dreiser’s villain…
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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse poems,
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by Richard Subber | Jun 27, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry
leftovers of night
nondescript
a rummage of grey,
slowly drifting fluff
above the trees,
a kind of weight of clouds
that does not hasten
for impending day…
January 23, 2024
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Book review: “Bartleby, the Scrivener”
It’s loneliness beyond understanding…
by Herman Melville
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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Jun 15, 2024 | Language, My poetry, Poetry
a better way to say…
In search of…
I wish I had a better way to say
the things I really want to hear today.
Alas, I don’t, and there’s the rub, you see?
The words I want won’t blossom here for me.
April 6, 2015
Sayin’ it the iambic pentameter way…
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Book review: Forced Founders
by Woody Holton
The so-called “Founding Fathers”
weren’t the only ones
who helped to shape our independence…
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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 | Jun 13, 2024 | Book reviews, Books, Language, Poetry, Reviews of other poets
dry tears, is all…
Book review:
All of Us: The Collected Poems
by Raymond Carver (1938-1988)
American poet, short story writer
386 pages
Repeat after me: à chacun son goût.
This is my first experience with Carver’s poetry.
I’ll say this right out: I do not disdain Carver’s poems, neither do I feel any urge to read them again.
He didn’t bother with the lyric voice. Don’t look for any sparks. Occasionally, one will feel moved to dry tears.
Carver offers a monochrome oeuvre. It’s prose in disguise. In some dusty corners Carver is included in the loosely defined group of poets who write so-called “dirty realism.” Think Bukowski (but Carver isn’t as strident as Bukowski, not nearly as imperious as Bukowski).
Carver’s poetic efforts are better than dirt, but what he writes really isn’t poetry in any flavor that appeals to me.
…à chacun son goût
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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.
Book review: Shakespeare’s Wife
Germaine Greer went overboard a bit…
In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Jun 11, 2024 | Language, My poetry, Poetry
yesterday’s trail…
woodward
The mystic mess
of leaves and twigs
and fractured stones,
no trace of steps,
the trees lean in
to shade
the vestige of a path,
there is the jumble
of shapes no one has touched,
the water of each season
knows its way,
the damp persists
in darkened earth,
scant colors fleck
the sombre tints,
a jewel of nature’s wont…
February 16, 2024
A view from the Woodland Crossing-Oakleaf link at Linden Ponds, Hingham, MA
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Book review: Seven Gothic Tales
by Isak Dinesen,
lush and memorable stories…
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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 | May 30, 2024 | Language, My poetry, Poetry
that toe is tapping…
touch the music
The horn is a sweet river
of hot icing,
sprites chase the notes,
toe tapping just happens,
the sax galumphs
and then it’s power and pout
and plaintive moan
and tickled scales,
a raft of rhythms that pushes through
to almost endings,
the growly sax can make a joy
to bounce inside our ears,
all dulcet, warm, and lazy…
January 26, 2024
easy listening in the Fireside lounge on a Friday afternoon
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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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