August 14, 2016 |
SURF CITY, N.J. - What happens when you tell a poet to write a poem from a painting, and an artist to paint from a poem? Will the interpretive work be more or less interesting than the poet's original poem? Will the painting created from a poetic prompt be more provocative than the painting created from the artist's own muses? Will the random pairing of poets and painters be inspired? Or forced? Like a cooking show where the ingredients are given to the chefs, or maybe an artistic version of "Who Wore It Best," the third annual Painted Poetry exhibit packs impressively expansive questions about the creative process, about inspirations, about the idea of interpretation, about whether art can be enhanced by words and vice versa, into a show squeezed into a meeting room of the Long Beach Island branch of the Ocean County Library.
August 12, 2016 |
BORN AT THE START of the Great Depression in 1929, Pauline King Blakney grew up in a family of strivers, business owners and civic-minded people who made sure their children were exposed to music, art, and cultural opportunities. Ms. Blakney, 87, who sang opera as a teenager and won an award for her painting as a young woman, died Saturday, July 30, at her home in Northeast Philadelphia. She was among the first African Americans to be hired by John Wanamaker and the very first to be hired locally at an F.W. Woolworth Co. store, family members said.
July 9, 2016 |
You taught them too well How to silence that which they think beneath them, And you are not on top anymore. You have told them they are roadblock. There will be hell to pay when they realize they are breakthrough. At a news conference at the Art Gallery at City Hall on Thursday afternoon, a smiling Otter Jung-Allen, 16, read the poem "You Have Not Gagged Them. " Jung-Allen was announced as the city's fourth-ever Youth Poet. A senior at Science Leadership Academy, Jung-Allen begins the one-year laureateship immediately.
July 4, 2016
Faleeha Hassan is a poet living in Washington Township The world needs poets more than it needs politicians. The country I come from made me say this. I am the one who has been living, since my adolescence, a series of wars. One was the Iraq-Iran war, which the Iraqi government believed it was going to end in 10 days. They even closed our schools, thinking that 10 days is enough to end a border dispute. That war lasted eight years. It would kill all my male friends who enrolled in the army as they turned 18. Their mothers got the remains of their bodies in boxes of wood wrapped in the flag of Iraq.
May 23, 2016 |
A memorial service and poetry reading will be held at 3 p.m. Sunday, June 12, to mark the death last month of Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore, the Sufi poet, essayist, artist, and playwright. Mr. Abdal-Hayy Moore, 75, of Philadelphia, died Monday, April 18, after a lengthy battle with cancer. As the disease progressed, he wrote about it in a poem titled Fancy Dancer . In part, the poem reads: The cancer I've been dancing with (and cancer's a fancy dancer) has overcome its scruples and wants to marry me. I've rebuffed it once or twice now but its piteous face puckers and tears fills its eyes with the thought of losing me. A protégé of Beat poets Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Allen Ginsberg, Mr. Abdal-Hayy Moore first came to light in San Francisco with publication of his poetic collections Dawn Visions (City Lights, 1964)
May 2, 2016
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world - Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself" Michelle Myers is an associate professor of English at the Community College of Philadelphia and host of the Emmy-nominated "Drop the Mic" show on CCPTV I love my students. I accept them for who they are in the moment that I meet them, the moment during which our journeys through our respective lives intersect. I accept that they have had experiences that I cannot ever imagine or know, and that these experiences have made them profoundly beautiful people in their own right.
April 29, 2016 |
Patrick Rosal resides at many cultural intersections. You can find it in his poetry, you see it in his Filipino heritage, and you hear it in his vernacular. And that's how he likes it. Rosal, a poet and professor at Rutgers-Camden, just finished Brooklyn Antediluvian , his fourth book of poetry, slated for release on May 3. As the title indicates, his book addresses many kinds of flood: Hurricane Katrina; Tropical Storm Ondoy, which hit the Philippines in 2009; the emotional flood after a breakup; living in Brooklyn amid the flood of gentrification.
April 27, 2016 |
A s yet another National Poetry Month winds down, I find myself asking the same question: Who'd want to become a professional poet? Is that even a job? Why enter that racket in the first place? Certainly not for fame and fortune. Poetry may be the single art form that won't make you rich. Some actors get rich (Robert Downey Jr. made $80 million last year) as do some novelists (Nicholas Spark, anyone?) and teenage singers. Even painters can rack up a big payday, though it usually helps if they're dead.
April 16, 2016 |
A.V. Christie, 53, of Malvern, a Philadelphia-area poet and teacher, died of breast cancer Thursday, April 7, at the Neighborhood Health Inpatient Hospice at Chester County Hospital in West Chester. Ms. Christie was born in Redwood City, Calif., and raised in the San Francisco Bay Area, Montana, and British Columbia. She was a graduate of Vassar College, where she studied with the writers Eamon Grennan and Nancy Willard, and received her master of fine arts degree from the University of Maryland, studying with the poet Stanley Plumly.
February 14, 2016
Helping the Morning New and Selected Poems By Jeanne Murray Walker WordFarm. 273 pp. $22 Reviewed by Frank Wilson There is little point in beating around the bush: Jeanne Murray Walker's Helping the Morning is an outstanding collection of poems. In an afterword titled "Why Read Poetry?," Walker writes that "what really baffles me is why I am so prone to do exactly what I don't want to do. And I don't get why we humans keep opting for war. Other mysteries drive me crazy, too. " They prompt, she says, "the questions that finally drive me to God. " As with any living faith, that on display here has little to do with theological abstractions and everything to do with everyday reality.