Suzanne Frischkorn's Blog, page 44

Happy Birthday Emily

SPLIT the Lark--and you'll find the Music--Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled--Scantily dealt to the Summer MorningSaved for your Ear when Lutes be old.Loose the Flood--you shall find it patent--Gush after Gush, reserved for you--Scarlet Experiment! Sceptic Thomas!Now, do you doubt that your Bird was true?--Emily Dickinson

My Faith in Poetry: Restored

Yes. It was waning, but a recent spate of poems I have come across, leading to a recent splurge on poetry collections by those same authors has reminded me why I love poetry, and I am once again effusive and enthusiastic. _______I love Palabra Pura!As the Guild Complex and PALABRA PURA enter into a transition year of sorts, this is a good moment, I think, to recall some names: those poets who

Loved These

Three poems, by Mary Biddinger

Loved This

Bioluminescence, by Lee Ann Roripaugh

Beyond Books

One of my favorite people and my very first poetry friend, the multi-talented and fabulous Michael Dorian has a couple of of projects out that would make great holiday gifts. His documentary: Pizza! The Movie is perfect for the pizza lover or documentary lover in your life, and a collection of songs that he scored and wrote the lyrics for, "Songs About Love & Evolution" by SNOB for the

Books~*

Dear Santa,I have been inordinately good this year, and I really, really want this book for xmas-- The Mansion of Happiness by Robin Ekiss. xoSuzanne __________Books I'm looking forward to reading: Blood Almanac, by Sandy Longhorn Quarry, by Carolyn Guinzio

' "You can't hate my books more than I hate yours, Mr. Be...

' "You can't hate my books more than I hate yours, Mr. Bennett", I said. I don't know if he altogether approved of that; but we sat down and talked and got on very well indeed.'--V.W., from Am I Snob?

Silver Pots & Measuring-Rods

'So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say. But to sacrifice a hair of the head of your vision, a shade of its colour, in deference to some Headmaster with a silver pot in his hand or to some professor with a measuring-rod up his sleeve, is the most abject treachery, and the sacrifice of wealth and

Now Showing -- Woolf Marathon

To the LighthouseMrs. DallowayMoments of BeingA Room of Her Ownand various essays on this & that.

I Beg to Differ

I never got on with the other Mommies.I gave birth to my first child three weeks shy of my 21st birthday. If you ever wonder what the prime age for a woman to conceive and grow a child is, I can tell you that age is 20. Twenty is also the optimum age for postpartum recovery, your body snaps back like a rubber band. Mothers often mistook me for a nanny, or a much older sister.After I left my