I like to share a poem once in a while on this blog because poetry remains my first true love.
This poem by Polish poet Adam Zagajewski in the New Yorker is a poignant allegory of communism in decline.
Old Marx: Poetry: The New Yorker
In the poem, an aged Marx mourning the lost cause of his youth as he plods his way through the stark cold winter of an idealism corrupted by Time.
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A friend of mine recently said, to the ultimate questions in Life, only Art can provide the answers.
Death is the ultimate question we all have to confront. Many great literary works have been created in attempt to cope with the fear of Death.
I find quite moving, therefore this tribute to the Swedish poet and writer, Siv Cedering who has just died of cancer.
CRITICAL MASS: A Tribute and a Celebration: Siv Cedering’s Last Book,”Vixen”
Jane Ciabattari who penned the tribute, fashioned a poem from a voice mail that Siv Cedering left for her, informing her that she has a relapse of cancer.
MESSAGE
Hi darling friend, it’s me.
I don’t know what you’ve heard…
So I’m reluctant…
To tell you…
I have bad news…
The cancer is back.
It’s not good.
I’m sorry.
Whatever you’re doing today, have fun.
Orioles are everywhere. Can you hear them?
I’m back, at home.
It would be great to see you.
Call me. I love you.
Write a beautiful poem.
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I don’t know who still reads poetry these days, in this age of shorter,faster and ever more slapstick online video clips.
I still do. God knows I need to, in order to tolerate the snappy online videos.
Here is a nice one by Robert Bly’s in the New Yorker
Wanting Sumptuous Heavens: Poetry: The New Yorker
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