tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70131529333466226542025-01-12T14:50:28.236-08:00Poetry allows us to condense our human experience. This blog has original poetry and comment on poetry especially modern, contemporary and radical poetry.Grant Goodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442119985694486571noreply@blogger.comBlogger221125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013152933346622654.post-91379305899743527692024-05-17T08:34:00.000-07:002024-05-17T08:34:13.523-07:00<p><br /></p><p><b>GIVE ME SOME RAW STORY</b></p><p>Give me some Raw Story,</p><p>unless I die.</p><p>I've had a gutful of</p><p>Right wing ordure.</p><p><br /></p><p>Where are the journalists?</p><p>Where are the upholders of the Truth?</p><p>Following the Depraved one</p><p>ORANGES anybody?</p><p><br /></p><p>Democracy is at risk</p><p>from craven self interest.</p><p>The 5 right winged judges</p><p>won't judge righteously,</p><p>Congress can't or won't function,</p><p>Performative action is all MTG.</p><p><br /></p><p>O God&nbsp;</p><p>Bless America,</p><p>Open the blind eyes</p><p>Throw out the unrighteous</p><p>Judges, billionaires</p><p>and the craven&nbsp;</p><p>media mavens,</p><p>Just like you cleaned the temple</p><p>of old.</p><p><b>Comment</b></p><p>I can not believe what is happening to the US. Looking from afar it looks like a total mess. Christians siding with an adulterous, lying, convicted ex President, women being oppressed and losing control of their own bodies and health. The regression is truly frightening as democracy is attacked by oligarchs and a fascist, dictatorial presidential candidate, who is losing his mind before us. The absolute disrespect for the law, the FBI, the DOJ, NATO, higher education and the twisting of the Constitution by the Federalists for base means is unbelievable. We are losing the freedoms we fought so hard for. The only publication that seems to be adhering to sound journalistic principles is Raw Story. A David against the Goliath of FOX, OAN, Truth Social, X etc.</p><p><br /></p>Grant Goodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442119985694486571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013152933346622654.post-470749536765703202022-04-15T21:35:00.003-07:002022-04-15T21:35:56.426-07:00I like the discipline of crafting poems.<div><br /></div><div>Unlike prose where you can take time to develop a theme, poetry demands a degree of precision, concentration and restraint.</div><div><br /></div><div>It reminds me of computer code in the 1970s, and I’m showing my age here, where there was only a small amount of memory to work with. Like 64K!</div><div><br /></div><div>Code demanded precision and was crafted carefully.</div><div><br /></div><div>The process of working on a poem is laborious but enjoyable.</div><div><br /></div><div>It can be challenging to write a poem within a structure such as sonata or sestina form.</div><div><br /></div><div>But the best thing is to try and learn as you go.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ciao</div><div><br /></div><div>DK</div>Grant Goodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442119985694486571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013152933346622654.post-65352967412160170842022-04-15T14:43:00.006-07:002022-04-15T14:43:50.383-07:00<p><br /></p><p>Why God?</p><p>Why? God.</p><p>What God?</p><p>What? God</p><p>What? God?</p><p>What? God!</p><p>Be or be not.</p><p>God or not god.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Grant Goodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442119985694486571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013152933346622654.post-60562986571265556842021-10-05T03:09:00.001-07:002021-10-05T03:09:30.088-07:00The Muse went away without me. leaving me without a word, a line or even half a poem. But she came back today and I am glad. Grant Goodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442119985694486571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013152933346622654.post-3675214328726908412017-04-04T23:26:00.001-07:002017-04-04T23:26:25.789-07:00Poetry workshop&nbsp;<div>Or workhouse</div><div>Worksop?</div><div><br></div><div>They say that</div><div>The first draft</div><div>Is not enough</div><div><br></div><div>It needs polish</div><div>And spit</div>Grant Goodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442119985694486571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013152933346622654.post-83245836179691162922016-01-05T06:19:00.000-08:002024-05-17T08:09:42.180-07:00You have to hand it to Donald,<br /> With his space age hair,<br /> and old world homilies.<br /> <br /> He gets it man,<br /> You have to talk to the hicks,<br /> at 4th grade level.<div><br /></div><div>You have to drive them to Truth</div><div>Socially - dripfeed the lies,</div><div>erode their confidence</div><div>in the system man.<br /> <br /> Support their prejudices,<br /> Beat up on Islam,<br /> Blacks and minorities</div><div>And don't forget the Dem</div><div>Both cratic and onstrative!<br /> <br /> O Mighty Republican Donald,<br /> May you not prevail,</div><div>Trumpily,<br /> in Heaven,<br /> or on earth.<br /> <p><a href="http://trck.me/164774/">Drive traffic to your Blog</a> </p></div>Grant Goodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442119985694486571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013152933346622654.post-44835677814216515202015-02-18T23:12:00.001-08:002015-02-18T23:12:48.244-08:00You are a non person<br /> We don't care about you<br /> Only Westerners are human<br /> You don't matter<br /> We don't care...<br /> <br /> Our atrocities<br /> Are only atrocities if done<br /> to persons.<br /> You are a non person<br /> So we can bomb you and maim you<br /> You are "collateral" damage.<br /> <br /> How dare you raise up<br /> Against us<br /> You terrorists.<br /> Just because we take your land<br /> and kill you non persons<br /> Is no reason to attack us.<br /> We are America<br /> Uncle Sam<br /> Benevolent Dictators of<br /> the World<br /> Bombs R Us<br /> And we don't care<br /> About non persons.<br /> <br /> <br /> This poem comes out of my anger about the way the West (esp the US) treats people who are non Western. They are viewed as non persons, non human, and don't need our consideration. But one day everyone will have to face that humans are all persons, there is no out group of non persons. Western terrorism exists even if the West can not see this. <br /> <br /> The term terrorist is a weighted one and depends on your point of view.<br /> <br /> <p><a href="http://trck.me/164774/">Drive traffic to your Blog</a> Grant Goodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442119985694486571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013152933346622654.post-30075447993247641222015-02-14T21:09:00.000-08:002015-02-14T21:09:26.516-08:00S. Sexy, Saucy, Satisfying<br /> L. Loud, Lovable, Lively <br /> A. Amorous, Advanced, Awesome<br /> M. Marvelous, Motivated, More, More, More!<p><br /> <a href="http://trck.me/164774/">Drive traffic to your Blog</a> Grant Goodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442119985694486571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013152933346622654.post-69858250918907919952015-02-14T01:14:00.000-08:002015-02-14T01:14:56.621-08:00In one year in the 1920's there were only 15 public poetry readings in the whole of the US and 12 of them were by Robert Frost! I would say today that they would number in the tens of thousands. In the 1920's and before that the reading of poetry meant just that - you read the written poem but performance was not expected. Frost had a strong interest in sounds and sound poetry so he was willing to do live performances of his poetry.<br /> <br /> In the last 10 years we have seen a tremendous democratization of poetry with a move away from the universities and into the libraries, coffee houses and bars with slam poetry and well attended meetings where poetry gains its voice.<br /> <br /> This is a welcome trend and it has liberated poetry from formalism and placed it within the public eye (where it began and belongs).<br /> <br /> Performance poetry continues the storytelling tradition of our earliest forbears who lived and declaimed in a pre-literate society.<br /> <br /> Long live public poetry!<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvj_ozJ_Y8KuWPwkeQ1NyFRPqHj0PTzKwoLzF1Oo6faDHJe-xcH5v6_hnHaYqIbsxz9RWck8sBMkiBEB2PnscHf_UhrGGBjsZik2_xFUmjdfTcY3dBbYed5K5DleEyhVkX1HR9rmUI5rE/s1600/Slam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvj_ozJ_Y8KuWPwkeQ1NyFRPqHj0PTzKwoLzF1Oo6faDHJe-xcH5v6_hnHaYqIbsxz9RWck8sBMkiBEB2PnscHf_UhrGGBjsZik2_xFUmjdfTcY3dBbYed5K5DleEyhVkX1HR9rmUI5rE/s320/Slam.jpg" /></a></div><p><a href="http://trck.me/164774/">Drive traffic to your Blog</a> Grant Goodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442119985694486571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013152933346622654.post-37241659983448602392015-02-11T21:43:00.000-08:002015-02-11T21:43:06.309-08:00Why does poetry captivate me?<br /> Where is my muse today?<br /> Why do poems come in clusters,<br /> Followed by a drought?<br /> <br /> Good questions all.<br /> The Muse of Poetry<br /> Is whimsical<br /> and I have learned<br /> To follow her<br /> According to her <br /> Desire.<br /> <br /> I was talking to a friend last night who was very surprised that I wrote poetry. I said I did it as a poetic diary to cover the places I have been and my feelings along life's journey. She wanted to know when I got interested in poetry, and how I got "inspired to write". It is all according to the Muse of Poetry - all poetry writers are beneath her thrall.<p><a href="http://trck.me/164774/">Drive traffic to your Blog</a> Grant Goodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442119985694486571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013152933346622654.post-21162196789471742572015-02-10T03:27:00.001-08:002015-02-10T03:27:45.861-08:00This is a poem based upon an article called <a href="http://www.languageisavirus.com/articles/articles.php?subaction=showcomments&id=1099111175">66 Experiments</a> by Charles Bernstein<br /> <p>Homolinguistic translation word for word<br /> Heads the list, fair enough<br /> And a homophonic translation of<br /> atakallamu bil arrabiya illa qalilan<br /> Becomes Atta lame bill scarab bee car<br /> Pillar Carly Land<br /> Tzaras hat's a random treat<br /> Wildly mad libbing<br /> Substitution cubed<br /> Autopilot Synchronicity.<br /> <br /> <a href="http://trck.me/164774/">Drive traffic to your Blog</a> Grant Goodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442119985694486571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013152933346622654.post-44557861663479371732015-02-08T06:33:00.002-08:002015-02-08T06:33:55.849-08:00Jutting through the fog<br /> The inner city buildings<br /> Pierce the leaden sky<br /> Standing erect in their<br /> diaphanous gowns.<br /> <br /> Qatar at dawn<br /> Before the heat burns<br /> Away<br /> the emphemeral<br /> covering that<br /> Separates the building tops<br /> From the ground.<br /> <br /> In my 32nd floor cocoon<br /> I enjoy the majesty<br /> of the new day.<br /> <br /> <p><a href="http://trck.me/164774/">Drive traffic to your Blog</a> Grant Goodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442119985694486571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013152933346622654.post-47423778553737923502014-10-19T10:47:00.000-07:002014-10-19T10:47:20.903-07:00Coming at me sideways<br /> from an unexpected source<br /> We quickly struck a chord<br /> of shared experience<br /> Across the web of bits and bytes<br /> A cyber friendship<br /> In the making...<p><a href="http://trck.me/164774/">Drive traffic to your Blog</a> Grant Goodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442119985694486571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013152933346622654.post-27691282808666000642014-10-19T10:39:00.001-07:002014-10-19T10:41:32.583-07:00<blockquote>What the Spoken Word poet knows that the page-poet has forgotten is, POETRY is meant to be performed. In the Western tradition, it descends from Ancient Greek performances of sagas and plays. EVEN IF a Spoken Word poem LOOKS simple–TOO simple–the only way to know its real power is to read it aloud, for oneself. Eliot said, “No verse is ‘free’ for a poet who wants to do a good job.” I say, “No poem is ‘good’ UNLESS it can be read aloud.” - toronto poet laureate george elliot clarke</blockquote><p>This quote sums up why spoken poetry is so powerful and often threatening to academic poets. There is a raw edge to performed poetry - a theatrical component that doesn't sit well with the aridity and extreme objectivity of the academically trained and lauded poet.<p><br /> The interview that this quote comes from can be accessed here: <p><a href="http://interviewswithpoetsandfolk.wordpress.com/2014/10/17/race-poetry-and-protest-a-correspondence-between-toronto-poet-laureate-george-elliot-clarke-and-jesse-chase/"></a><br /> It is a thought provoking discussion, suitable reading for any outlaw poets out there...<br /> <a href="http://trck.me/164774/">Drive traffic to your Blog</a> Grant Goodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442119985694486571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013152933346622654.post-83251719668494088882014-09-28T03:47:00.001-07:002014-09-28T03:53:01.176-07:00Even as I flew over<div>the patterned fields</div><div>the love returned.</div><div><br></div><div>England,</div><div>Ancestral home</div><div>Point of departure</div><div>place of places.</div><div><br></div><div>Green fields not paddocks,</div><div>meeting with friends.</div><div><br></div><div>We left Heathrow,</div><div>Mark and I,</div><div>my younger brother by hours</div><div>not days,</div><div>and dallied by the Thames</div><div>at Runymede</div><div>home of the Magna Carta</div><div><br></div><div>Friends are what makes</div><div>life bearable, memorable</div><div>and fun.</div><div><br></div><div>Thanks Mark</div><div>my friend</div><div>and fellow traveller...</div><div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWLY3BYwbGZG0LnIeCUQCmEUcJCMI47iDCHc0UBp7bN9XH1FpqJ91Dv-nUKd3cXI4KfG_fCBTq6dtJDDY_lAbGh8fLnAE4uVVXLLr5OBMJn3n8h8RRXeZBjiWcvjlSNzpN8IQTLmmzTdc/s640/blogger-image-50646684.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKIiFYFHAFwuY9gkp6PrPZeYk-gOlex_N34chvwJMNIjMRdw_h-o25_b45Ngmcm3RTEhPwyLP9x2h0djDD7JFkM3wPmVCLD0vqAbc6DT-JR5x30U93mbTe652E_x8vkB7ycKlmddLRNTo/s640/blogger-image-231828272.jpg"></a></div>Grant Goodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442119985694486571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013152933346622654.post-1193958785717153702014-06-07T12:45:00.003-07:002014-06-07T12:45:31.207-07:00Under the painted Villagio skies we rode the gondola,<br /> Steph and I.<br /> Not Venice,<br /> But a Qatari similitude.<br /> With eyes half shut,<br /> One could almost<br /> Be in the Merchant's city,<br /> City of dreams,<br /> Of Shylock and Portia.<p><a href="http://trck.me/164774/">Drive traffic to your Blog</a> Grant Goodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442119985694486571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013152933346622654.post-24934977016909806752014-04-12T00:24:00.000-07:002014-04-12T00:24:48.304-07:00It's very different,<br /> I'm not sure how it happened,<br /> But here I am,<br /> In my Leather Armchair<br /> And my library is sitting on<br /> the arm of my chair.<br /> <br /> Not as impressive<br /> as my physical library<br /> Packed up half a world away<br /> But here in Qatar<br /> my book lust has to<br /> be satisfied with my<br /> Kindled iPad and me.<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I use this poetry blog as an electronic poetic journal. During my three yesrs in the UK I wrote many poems (see blog posts from 2008-2011). Back in New Zealand I wrote a series of outlaw and experimental poems as well as some regional poetry describing the Waikato around Hamilton. I am now on contract in Qatar and I am writing a series of Qatar poems that I will publish when I leave.<br /> <br /> Apart from a short stint in Thailand, Qatar is the place that has been the most culturally different from my upbringing in New Zealand. I found that working in the US, UK and Australia was very close to living in New Zealand, but Qatar has been a complete change and cultural challenge. The first 3 months were very strange but after 7 months I found myself feeling at home. My wife joined me after 6 months and she is still going through the I hate Qatar phase. She is a country girl and I have taken her from a farmlet in the country to the deserts and dryness of Qatar. The adjustment has been dislocating for her but I recognise the cycle she is going through.<br /> <br /> I'm sure I will look through these poems in years to come and they will strengthen my memories of my time here.<br /> <br /> As I learn more Arabic, I am feeling more at ease. You will know this has infiltrated my mind when Arabic phrases make their way into the poems.<br /> <br /> Peace<br /> <br /> Grant<br /> <br /> <p><a href="http://trck.me/164774/">Drive traffic to your Blog</a> Grant Goodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442119985694486571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013152933346622654.post-65319015821378279722014-03-07T03:37:00.000-08:002014-03-07T03:37:27.324-08:00<br /> From home they came<br /> in the sky waka.<br /> Wife and daughter<br /> Back to the deserts<br /> of lovely Qatar.<br /> <br /> Leaving Aotearoa<br /> with roimata,<br /> Arriving in Doha<br /> with roimata.<br /> Tane whispered,<br /> E whanau mā, haramai rā, <br /> haramai.<br /> <br /> <br /> Note: waka - canoe, Aotearoa - New Zealand, roimata - tears, E whanau ma, haramai ra, haramai - Family, Welcome, Welcome<br /> <br /> <br /> <p><a href="http://trck.me/164774/">Drive traffic to your Blog</a> Grant Goodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442119985694486571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013152933346622654.post-40501130935990972972014-02-26T22:37:00.000-08:002014-02-26T22:37:33.947-08:00I never mourned<br /> the passing of winter<br /> in years gone past<br /> but here in Middle Eastern climes<br /> The cool respite <br /> Is a welcome interlude<br /> From the unrelenting sun<br /> and heat.<br /> <br /> So farewell my quarterly friend<br /> I will remember you<br /> as the mercury rises<br /> and the sweat drops<br /> in the country of<br /> the Desert bloom.<br /> <br /> Note: I moved to Qatar in 2013 and survived my first Summer. I thought I would never be cold again and the heat in mid summer was relentless. You can hardly walk 10 steps without becoming drenched in sweat. The last 3 months have been very pleasant but as we enter Spring the temperatures are slowly rising, but I now have a different kind of Winter appreciation.<br /> <br /> <br /> <p><a href="http://trck.me/164774/">Drive traffic to your Blog</a> Grant Goodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442119985694486571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013152933346622654.post-19733890955648891822014-02-24T04:02:00.001-08:002014-02-24T04:02:59.192-08:00This poem was constructed from taking every 3rd word from the To Do list found on my desk today. Enjoy.<br /> <br /> Issues templates Physician<br /> 35 Action Medical<br /> Next Issues running<br /> What Owens April a Analysis.<br /> <br /> Weeks forward Surgeon retreat<br /> CCC State One SME Manoj<br /> Hyperion of match a out a clinicians<br /> HR program to access 210<br /> <br /> Is it poetry, I think it is, but feel free to differ. Experimental poetry is fun.<br /> <p><a href="http://trck.me/164774/">Drive traffic to your Blog</a> Grant Goodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442119985694486571noreply@blogger.com0