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Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 27, 2011 by Mj Rains

by Ted Kooser

If a gate stands open long enough,
it can’t be closed again. Slowly,
the morning glories tie it fast,
and the strength that kept it flying
over the grass-tops lets it down.

The same thing happens if a gate’s
left closed; you lose it to the fence
(that’s what a fence wants, after all).
A rule of thumb: if you can’t use
your gate enough to keep it swinging,
better to leave it standing wide.


The Fish That Walked by Anne Sexton

Posted in Art, Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 16, 2011 by Mj Rains

Up from oysters
and the confused weeds,
out of the tears of God,
the wounding tides,
he came.
He became a hunter of roots
and breathed like a man.
He ruffled through the grasses
and became known to the sky.
I stood close and watched it all.
Beg pardon, he said
but you have skin divers,
you have hooks and nets,
so why shouldn’t I
enter your element for a moment?
Though it is curious here,
usually awkward to walk.
It is without grace.
There is no rhythm
in this country of dirt.

And I said to him:
From some country
that I have misplaced
I can recall a few things…
but the light of the kitchen
gets in the way.
Yet there was a dance
when I kneaded the bread
there was a song my mother
used to sing…
And the salt of God’s belly
where I floated in a cup of darkness.
I long for your country, fish.

The fish replied:
You must be a poet,
a lady of evil luck
desiring to be what you are not,
longing to be
what you can only visit.

Click art images for links for these wonderful artist.
Fish Magic Paul Klee reproduction can be found at

Original poem by Anne Sexton


Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 26, 2011 by Mj Rains

Nonsense may be mainly known as, well, just plain gibberish, or you may say “That’s utter nonsense,” meaning you disagree with what was said, whether it be hard to understand or not.

Strange thing, but in the Dictionary of Literary Terms and Literary Theory, nonsense is defined quite dramatically and it draws me in with fascination. Basically there are two kinds of nonsense: the unintentional, and the intentional. The former is common speech and the latter actually has its own minor genre in literature, if you can believe it. But I suppose I can. I’ve read a lot of nonsense that sells itself as literature, like all the gibber gook tink floo doth now more and less fly east via west you find in any Nora Roberts cookie cutter novel. Sorry if you’re a fan. What more fascinates me is the idea of this intentional nonsense (Nora need not apply) that historically has gone down as poetic and literary…such as the example that follows.

One of the classic nonsense poems of Samuel Foote (1720-77), The Great Panjandrum:

So she went into the garden
to cut a cabbage leaf
to make an apple-pie;
and at the same time
a great she-bear, coming down the street,
pops its head into the shop.
What! no soap?
So he died,
and she very imprudently married the Barber:
and there were present
the Picninnies,
and the Joblillies
and the Garyulies,
and the great Panjandrum himself,
with the little round button at top;
and they all fell to playing the game of catch-as-catch-can,
till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots.

I think I am familiar with the Garyulies…they are a sorry lot.
If you give a floo, or a shit, or a damn….let me know.


Posted in Esoteric with tags , , , , , , , , , on March 21, 2011 by Mj Rains

Reading Stephen Dunn….

Who needs it?

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on December 10, 2010 by Mj Rains

see this poem?
it was
written without drinking
I don’t need to drink
to write.
I can write without
my wife says I can.
I’m not drinking
and I’m writing.
see this poem?
it was
written without drinking.
who needs a drink now?

probably the reader.

poem by
Charles Bukowski
the man who “brought everybody down to earth,
even the angels.”

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