by Richard Subber | Aug 18, 2024 | Human Nature, Reflections, Tidbits
don’t pretend this isn’t true…
“We almost always know what the right thing is.”
from The Daily Stoic by Ryan Holiday and Stephen Hanselman
New York: Portfolio/Penguin, 2016
p. 156
don’t try to forget this
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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.
Book review: Saint Joan
by George Bernard Shaw
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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 | Aug 15, 2024 | Human Nature, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
what’s it all about?
another thing
j’ever notice
that they never look up
to look at the phone?
head tilted down,
the obvious sign,
body still,
thumbs awhirl,
faintest breaths…
how often have you seen
someone pumping a fist
and shouting “yeah!”
after scrolling down
one more time?
Try talking to that guy
in the waiting room
who hasn’t looked up
from his phone
since he sat down…
think about being him…
it won’t take long.
May 9, 2024
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1491 by Charles Mann (book review)
…lost American legacies
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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 | Aug 10, 2024 | Language, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections, Tidbits
a chime in the dark
Another time
That single chime,
sometime in night,
there is no rhyme,
try as I might
I cannot conjure
a dancing wight
who sings that tune,
no song sublime,
no twist of rune
that I can write.
I let the chime expire,
I savor it entire,
perhaps Great Pan
may favor it
to puff his pipes,
and thrill the mime
in pagan rite,
in distant time.
May 8, 2024
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Book review: An Empire Divided
King George and his ministers
wanted the Caribbean sugar islands
more than they wanted the 13 colonies…
by Andrew Jackson O’Shaughnessy
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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 | Aug 4, 2024 | Book reviews, Books, Joys of reading, Language
“Each work is new.”
Book review:
The Eye of the Story: Selected Essays and Reviews
by Eudora Alice Welty (1909-2001)
American short story writer and novelist, Pulitzer Prize winner
New York: Random House, 1977
355 pages
The Eye of the Story is lush, literate, filled with almost languid richness.
I can only imagine being so well read that I could recognize all of her references to other writers and the vast literature of novels and short stories. I envy the breadth of her engagement with the world of fiction.
I’m more interested in what she has to say about writing.
“We who encounter words used in certain ways are persuaded by them to be brought mind and heart within the presence, the power, of the imagination” (p. 134).
“Each work is new” (p. 135). Welty is talking about novels, but this also is true, so true, of poetry. She observes that, in the fiction of her contemplation, “words have been found for which there may be no other words” (p. 137).
“The imagination has to be involved, and more—ignited. How much brighter than the symbol can be the explicit observation that springs firsthand from deep and present feeling…” (p. 139).
“It is through the shaping of the work in the hands of the artist that you most nearly come to know what can be known, on the page, of his mind and heart, and his as apart from the others. No other saw life in an ordering exactly like this” (p. 144).
I find affirmation in The Eye of the Story. Welty declares that writing is an art that uses the literally infinite array of words in sequence to create a spectacular, unique exhibition of what’s in the writer’s mind and in her heart.
“Each work is new.” I believe that each poem is unique. Each engaged reader takes a new step on new ground each time he reads the poem.
The poet opens a new window in her mind each time she takes the quill in hand.
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A poem about the right thing
…and the lesser incarnation…
“Vanity”
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by Richard Subber | Aug 1, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry
The Book of Days
The dawn’s early light can be pleasure enough for the whole day.
There are words enough to tell the story of “the temptation of day to come.”
It is my delight to write some of them for your delectation.
the marks
The lunar crescent
shines through the vault,
their playground…
the advent of day
chases away
the faint marks
of the footsteps of the gods.
March 4, 2024
we never see them hootin’ and hollerin’…
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The Wind and the Lion (1975)
heroic, the way it was…(movie review)
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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Jul 30, 2024 | Memoir, My poetry, Poetry
choosing up sides…
you’re “it”!
Our playground at the school
was bare dirt studded with big trees,
no one thought we needed more.
We had balls of different sizes,
we ran miles between the trees,
and we did secret things
in the back corner
where the teachers wouldn’t go.
Recess wasn’t my favorite time,
I wasn’t a star in anything,
but I grouched like my friends
when the bell rang us in.
We always started a new game every day,
recess was a “now” time,
I don’t recall having “later” thoughts.
I think I never wondered
how an old man might remember
any of those days…
now I can relive some of those moments,
and I wonder about the things I forget.
April 28, 2024
remembering recess in the 1950s
behind the Blackwood Terrace Elementary School
in Deptford Township, NJ
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Book review: The Myths of Tet
How people get killed by lies…
by Edwin E. Moïse
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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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