Tag Archives: Poetry

Dead Man: Death, Poetry, and Music in the old west.

Posted on November 19, 2015 by randomyriad

Jim Jarmusch’s movie Dead Man is a blending of surreal scenes, beautifully understated acting, and the haunting music of Neil Young’s solo guitar, and it tells the story of William Blake, an accountant from Ohio, who comes to the edge … Continue reading →

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Tom Waits and Bukowski/ Nirvana

Posted on November 1, 2015 by randomyriad

Waits’ voice and Bukowski’s words make poetry to the second power.

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A Short Note and Three Poems From My Journal on 2/1/14

Posted on September 7, 2015 by randomyriad

2/1/14 I like the controlled, refined space of my work table when I write in my notebook. Scene Change My dreams have moved into a new house, with glass doors and religion, Fat babies scurry here and there happily unaware. … Continue reading →

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Lena Dreams of the Wetlands

Posted on September 5, 2015 by randomyriad

Lena hadn’t thought about manatees in several years, but that did not stop her from dreaming about them that night in July. The merganser is the kind of crested duck that will rip your heart out of your living body, and then … Continue reading →

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Irrigation Canal Codex by Luis Alberto Urrea

Posted on August 24, 2015 by randomyriad

Originally posted on synthetic zerØ:
Y los muchachos cling to the cantina’s jukebox heart, sing: we never go nowhere we never see nothing but work: these fingers bleed every daylong day, aching from la joda of the harvest– y la…

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