Rustin Larson's Blog, page 11
February 15, 2022
“Poetry” by Pablo Neruda
And it was at that age … Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don’t know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows…
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February 14, 2022
February 12, 2022
Two thoughtful poems by Rhoda Orme-Johnson: When We Are Insubstantial & When You Are Young
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January 31, 2022
Anvilhead by Rustin Larson
By Lynette G Esposito
anvilhead by Rustin Larson is fifty-seven pages of fictionalized poetry written from the viewpoint of an alien child left on the doorstep of unsuspecting humans in the middle of freezing weather.It is speculative fiction written from the alien’s viewpoint with the fresh insight of some creature seeing things for the first time and finding them strange, beautiful and perhaps untruthful. The whole tome reads as if it were a long poem with many extended metaphors.
Larson has created a world where the reader feels he, too, is an Anvilhead and yet normal whatever normal means.Larson uses a narrative voice that is both sympathetic and realistic. The book begins by skillfully introducing the narrator after giving an ants metaphor to set up the tone of the book.
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January 13, 2022
January 10, 2022
To See the Bonnards
TO SEE THE BONNARDS
We visit the Phillips
in Washington, D.C.–
the orange interiors
contrasted with blues
and greens
of the open window;
the bathtub nudes
in a daze of morning yellow;
garden meals veiled
by the lavender of dusk;
the surprising pink
of a tabletop
with a bowl holding
an apple, an orange,
and a pear; chairs I want
to place us in– the air
soft and cool and time
bestilled. The woman
leans over to make tea
in a brown pot. The woman
drinks tea from a shadowed cup.
The woman is you.
I am watching.
There are flowers
from the fields
in a vase of yellowish copper.
A small bee
flies in from the open window
and drinks from the flowers.
You are all the more beautiful
because of this.
Poem first appeared in Poetry East.
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