Patrick Doud's Blog

Sacred Theory of the Earth: On the Paintings of Thorpe Feidt

The paintings of Thorpe Feidt will be the subject of a talk I am giving at Cape Ann Museum on April 2nd. Details here:

https://www.capeannmuseum.org/events/camtalks-exhibition-series-sacred-theory-earth-paintings-thorpe-feidt/

Lee Chapman

Artist, editor, dear dear collaborator and friend

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Gerrit Lansing

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I am walking still in the golden sunlight of the midsummer mystery

Thorpe Feidt and Patrick Doud Reading at Gloucester Writers Center

Thorpe Feidt and I read together one sweet May evening last year; Thorpe from his wonderful novel, The Oracular Room, and me from a sheaf of poems.

Let the Bucket Down, issue 3

There was a lovely event at Gloucester Writers Center for the new issue of Joseph Torra’s excellent magazine, and Greg Cook was there.

Ken

Kenneth Irby

November 18 1936 July30 2015

Beloved Poet, Teacher,Friend

The World As It Is

A poem in the new number of The Battersea Review

http://batterseareview.com/poems/205-patrick-doud

Gull

In the city of the gulls,

along with all the other pieces hatched

by gulls clamoring sunrise law,

there came you, largely a wound,

to the courtyard of brick.

Baby worm-wing,

thinglet never to fledge,

despite all that made those feathers grow

something happened in the nest . . .

And during the fracturing into many

you wandered, for just a while,

juvenile on a tether of hurt.

I witnessed the meeting of you

and your weak reflection,

trembling for strength, for others

already spent, my atmosphere pulsing

with y...

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January 22nd, Gloucester Writers Center

What Gabrielle and I closed with at the Writers Center last week.

by Gabrielle Barzaghi
pastel
12 X 12 inches

Note on the Poem “Tide Rocks”

I wanted to tell you about certain things

important to me, a group of images

close in space and time, encompassing so much of what I see,

things that insisted on themselves as a related group

and individually. But I want what I want only

to come in to the poem as another thing, I want to let the poem have control.

The poem would tell you

of a lock and key controlling...