iubirea e pe 14 februarie (lansare 28 ian.)

Din 28 ianuarie mă găsiţi în ”Iubirea e pe 14 februarie”, o antologie de poezie (publicată la editura Vinea) care cuprinde 55 de poeme de dragoste ale unora dintre cei mai buni scriitori apăruţi în ultimii ani. Evenimentul va avea loc la ora 19.00, în cadrul Poeticilor Cotidianului, în Club OtherSide, cel de lângă club Expirat. Invitaţi vor fi majoritatea autorilor din Bucureşti care vor citi din textele lor, vor vorbi despre antologie şi vor răspunde la întrebările voastre. Mai multe pe iubirea14.net

ABC poem – Robert Pinsky

Un alt recital marcă a poetului american Robert Pinsky.

Aubade – videopoem pe un text de Philip Larkin

Philip Larkin was born in 1922 in Coventry, England. He attended St. John’s College, Oxford. His first book of poetry, The North Ship, was published in 1945 and, though not particularly strong on its own, is notable insofar as certain passages foreshadow the unique sensibility and maturity that characterizes his later work. In 1946, Larkin discovered the poetry of Thomas Hardy and became a great admirer of his poetry, learning from Hardy how to make the commonplace and often dreary details of his life the basis for extremely tough, unsparing, and memorable poems.

 

The Applicant – videopoem pe un text de Sylvia Plath

Un recital adorabil. Pentru cei cu anumite probleme de auz sau care nu reuşesc să desluşească cuvintele, iată şi versurile:

First, are you our sort of a person?
Do you wear
A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch,
A brace or a hook,
Rubber breasts or a rubber crotch,

Stitches to show something’s missing? No, no? Then
How can we give you a thing?
Stop crying.
Open your hand.
Empty? Empty. Here is a hand

To fill it and willing
To bring teacups and roll away headaches
And do whatever you tell it.
Will you marry it?
It is guaranteed

To thumb shut your eyes at the end
And dissolve of sorrow.
We make new stock from the salt.
I notice you are stark naked.
How about this suit

Black and stiff, but not a bad fit.
Will you marry it?
It is waterproof, shatterproof, proof
Against fire and bombs through the roof.
Believe me, they’ll bury you in it.

Now your head, excuse me, is empty.
I have the ticket for that.
Come here, sweetie, out of the closet.
Well, what do you think of that ?
Naked as paper to start

But in twenty-five years she’ll be silver,
In fifty, gold.
A living doll, everywhere you look.
It can sew, it can cook,
It can talk, talk , talk.

It works, there is nothing wrong with it.
You have a hole, it’s a poultice.
You have an eye, it’s an image.
My boy, it’s your last resort.
Will you marry it, marry it, marry it.

poem to be read at 3 a.m. de Donald Justice

Donald Justice born August 12, 1925, Miami, Florida, U.S. died August 6, 2004, Iowa City, Iowa.   American poet and editor best known for finely crafted verse that frequently illuminates the pain of loss and the desolation of an unlived life. Educated at the University of Miami (B.A., 1945), the University of North Carolina (M.A., 1947), and the University of Iowa in Iowa City (Ph.D., 1954), Justice taught English and writing at several American universities and from 1982 through 1992 was a professor of English at the University of Florida, Gainesville.