republica poetica constitution (in progress)

We, the people of poetry, to assert sincere confidence, the expression of calm fascination, the clear joy, the burst of limpid passion, the organization of diurnal intensity of approach, the ussage of quiet rustling-touch, and full breath, decide and define this

Constitution of Republica Poetica

1. Poetic status

a) The poet is the state of trans-sovereign state, independent unitary and indivisible

b) Form of government-state status is poetic republic.

c) The poetica is an aesthetic, social and democratic state where human dignity, rights and freedoms of citizens, the free development of personality, justice and poetic pluralism is supreme and guaranteed values.

Humbles by Frances Leviston

from personal site

If you have hit a deer on the road at dusk; 

climbed, shivering, out of your car 

with curses to investigate the damage 

done, and found it split apart and steaming 

far-flung in the nettle bed, utterly beyond repair, 

HAUNTED LOAF a poem by Chris McCabe

She woke me from a pollen sleep to tell me it would be a day of peace.

These hardships, spoke the sun, give us another chance :
the first bionic sea-creature only made the news
because it got caught in a crab trap.

All that matrix blah of advice – but sometimes
uncles become uncles younger than their nephews.

The Question disarmed us : what were windmills for?
We worked backwards through every loaf we’d ever known
– best of boths, crustless, square – to find the answer.

Outside the democracy of the urinals was a box called

                        DRY RECYCABLES

so with love we clipped the baby’s nails to nano-crescents
to help the gnats believe they could reach the moon.

by Chris McCabe (UK) from Poetry International Web

an Anonymous poem chosen by Robert Pinsky

This is the poem Pinsky choose to read and comment for Slate Magazine

 

There was a man of double deed,
Who sowed his garden full of seed;
When the seed began to grow,
‘Twas like a garden full of snow;
When the snow began to melt,
‘Twas like a ship without a belt;
When the ship began to sail,
‘Twas like a bird without a tail;
When the bird began to fly,
‘Twas like an eagle in the sky;
When the sky began to roar,
‘Twas like a lion at my door;
When my door began to crack,
‘Twas like a stick across my back;
When my back began to smart,
‘Twas like a penknife in my heart;
And when my heart began to bleed,
‘Twas death, and death, and death indeed.

Fabiano Alborghetti, Italian contemporary poetry

Francesco sent me poetry by Fabiano Alborghetti from Italy. 

 

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Then her son got lost, suddenly in the square

among the crowd there’s a new space where he stood:

and no one who knew, no one that had seen

 

a t-shirt with purple stripes, his red cap on his head.

What do you know of the fright I got she shouted right in his face

 

what do you know of a mother being crippled

A poem of a young poet from Egypt

I searched pretty much for  contemporary Arab poetry. Not always the result  has been pleasing. This time I found it at lest interesting.

At this website I found a lot of egyptian literature. I enjoyed this  poem of a young poet.

 

Rana al-Tonsi

A Rose for the Last Days

 

 Rana al-Tonsi

 

On one foot

like a humiliated beggar I limp

past all the swinging doors

and the flags that are taken down from their masts . . .

The sidewalk was never my friend

but it embraced me those times

some notes for some readings i atended in Bratislava

poets I have seen performing in Bratislava (as I managed to note) some of the notes are only for the performance in Slovak or German (languages that I’m a bit rusty at)

Pamela BEASANT-remember

Jana BENOVA

Tamas FILIP

Carolyn FORCHE -voice of poetry

Christian FUTSCHER – you will find hard to belive but, he’ real

Maria GALINA – windows to poetry

Ulrikka S. GERNES – sees herself in you

Yvonne GRAY -

Andrej HABLAK

Inge HRUBANICOVA

Michal JARES

Rudolf JUROLEK

Marzanna KIELAR – fragile poetry

Meta KUSAR

Katalin LADIK – serious performance

Andreas NEUMEISTER – photos with questions

John O DONOGHUE – nostalgy fun

Marcus POETTLER – just poetry

Robert PROSSER – power poetry

Justyna RADCZYNSKA – listen

Arne RAUTENBERG – in control

Martin SKYPALA – just hear him in Slovak

Jan STRASSER -

Arkadij STYPEL – game of seroiusness

Francesco TOMADA – youth of poetry

Razvan TUPA – my notes in this post

Anja UTLER -the three heads of poetry

Johanna VENHO – voice dance

Michele ZAFFARANO – poetry inside