Tuesday Poem: Blonde Bombshell
By Lynn Emanuel at Poetry Foundation: Love is boring and passé, all that old baggage,the bloody bric-a-brac, the bad, the gothic,retrograde, obscurantist hum and drum of itneeds to be swept
No, AI Doesn’t Mean Human-Made Music Is Doomed. Here’s Why.
by Alexander Crooke at Singularity Hub: One could argue AI is essentially a tool aimed at making our lives easier. Humans been been crafting such tools for a long time,
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Monday Poem: In Reply
Tell me, Rock, do you thinkmy mother misses feeling gravity’s sly tugas she lifted her hand to brush my cheek?And would that be enough to lure her backto sniff her
Vincent van Gogh: What Am I? (Sunday Poem)
What am I in the eyes of most people —a nonentity, an eccentric, or anunpleasant person —somebody who has no positionin society and will never have;in short, the lowest of
Saturday Poem: Not With a Bang
There was not even nothingbefore there was anything,then everything enteredall at once, a great chord,all of the notes and all ofthe almost-notes between – yes,all at once.………… So the universebegan
Hollywood Didn’t Know Exactly What to Do With Donald Sutherland – So They Did Everything With Him
Daryl Sparkes at The Conversation: I don’t think Hollywood knew what to do with Donald Sutherland, who has died at age 88. He was not your classically handsome A-list actor
Friday Poem: Inshallah My Cell Phone
left my phone unlockedon the taxi’s back seat,won’t be the last time called it a few timesfinally, the driver picked up he had a fare immediately after mine,and was now headed
Thursday Poem: ‘Ghazal’
The wine-dark pain spills over, in my bed alone.In nighttime stillness is my heart beset alone. Why did you make me this way, why did you make me?O God, why
Tiny Beauty: How I Make Scientific Art From Behind the Microscope
Josie Glausiusz in Nature: Cheese fungus, head lice, human sperm, a bee eye, a microplastic bobble: scientific photographer Steve Gschmeissner has imaged them all under the probing lens of a scanning
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Wednesday Poem: Night, the Poem
If you find your true voice, bring it tothe land of the dead. There is kindnessin the ashes. And terror in non-identity.A little girl lost in a ruined house,this fortress
Tuesday Poem: Light Can You Hear
Light can you die?We do when our wings touch you.Our ancestors, forefathers diedFathers also die touching you.We will too but can youlight? Can you sing, we can…Our songs enkindle usnear
Monday Poem: How to Be a Poet
By: Wendell Berry (to remind myself) i Make a place to sit down.Sit down. Be quiet.You must depend uponaffection, reading, knowledge,skill—more of eachthan you have—inspiration,work, growing older, patience,for patience joins