THE EVER-LOVING
She was young, but womanly, too, He was quick, passionate—but true, The ever-loving. She was virginal, but brighter than sin. He saw her window and looked within, The ever-loving. Theirs was immediate...
View ArticleTHE SANE FACE OF INSANITY: THE INSANE SCHOOL OF POETRY, PART II
Robert Lowell: ‘I’m a Poem!’ versus ‘I’m a Lowell!’ The worst sort of insanity, as we all know, is insanity that wears a suit and puts on a sane, reasonable face—and wins over the public. This is the...
View ArticleJUST RHYME PLATO WITH POTATO: THE EPIGRAM
Lyric poetry was born from graffiti of Classical Greece. Lyric poetry was spawned by the epigram, and concision, the memorable, the august, the mournful, inhabited the lyric soul by necessity, due in...
View ArticleTHE EPIGRAM, PART II
What happened to poetry’s pithy wisdom and memorable phrases? Modernism killed it, with its banal “petals on a black bough” and its pretentious “wheel barrow” and its “difficulty.” In the humanities,...
View ArticleWRITTEN AFTER CODIFYING AND ANALYZING ELECTRONIC DATA PERTAINING TO THE...
What if death Were not the death of you— But the death of the world? Your soul, unspeakably alone, Living on, alone, alone? In the old times, those times Known only by ancient rhymes, Poets—known...
View ArticleTHE UNIVERSAL, THE PERSONAL, AND THE CREEPILY PRIVATE
Poet Alex Dimitrov: “I don’t believe in the universal.” Are poems and stories that are universal better than poems and stories that are not? “Yes, of course!” comes the answer 100 years ago; but...
View ArticleA NEW THEORY OF LOVE
Bridget Bardot: Bob Dylan’s first muse. Most of us can go about our lives for long stretches—months, even years—before we spot a celebrity: a movie star, a model, a famous musician, a professional...
View ArticleTO HIS LOVER
You say my poetry unfairly seduces And trades in methods that are mad, But just as education has its uses, I, too, teach sadness not to be so sad. You never loved learning and its books, And fled the...
View ArticleHOW SHOULD WE TEACH WRITING?
A recent comment by one of our readers on our “The Two Academies” essay gave us an idea for another essay: how, exactly, is the art of writing, teachable? The Scarriet article, inspired by Seth...
View ArticleCAN THE MFA SAVE LITERATURE?
Can it, really? There are so many positions one can take on education and literature—in fact, one could have a lengthy debate on which is more important, literature, or the education of literature,...
View ArticleNEW SCARRIET POEM
Nature plays shadowy music— As when the wind ripples the moody lake— And the changing colors of the sky Drowns the day for Belinda’s sake. A wind that rattled the dying leaf— On the twisted tree— Now...
View ArticlePOETRY AND THE HEART
Psychology and the social sciences are too in love with their own sophisticated terminology within their own scientific-tinged aspects to recognize what most people rather crudely refer to as a...
View ArticleJASON KOO DOESN’T GET IT
Reading Jason Koo’s work is like watching someone who can’t make up their mind: Do I want to be a poet? Or a standup comic? Poet? Comic? Poet? Comic? Jason Koo is obviously a very clever guy. But what...
View ArticleTHE TOP ONE HUNDRED POPULAR SONG LYRICS THAT WORK AS POETRY
The phatic is common to both song lyrics and poetry; music aids the lyric, condemning it to be not quite poetry forever, while poetry is its own music, condemning it to be naked without music forever....
View ArticleYOU HAVE IT I THINK–NEW SCARRIET POEM
A lyric is just a lyric, A song is just a song. The world keeps repeating itself. Is that so wrong? You have a love, But you had a love before. You got older. You couldn’t have that one anymore. There...
View ArticleCONCEPT OR THING?
Jim Behrle: He’s no Duchamp The Kill List poetry phenomenon consists of a book (of conceptualist poetry) and the various responses to it by poets on, or not on, the list. The Kill List is an actual...
View ArticleSAILING ON
“there is no way to sing this” -Donna Hilbert “Where It Happened” My poetry fails, The world is too rude. Idea of naked Kills reality of nude. My passion’s big And cannot be contained By a poem that...
View ArticleWAR AND CRITICISM
Here’s an (ugly?) truth that many of us do not want to face: Every thought, every action, every conversation, and every human interaction in human life is a dreary, exhausting exercise in fighting,...
View ArticleBUT IS ONE —a new scarriet poem
She is more precious than gold Handled daily by creeps. Her inward burning sun Is dismissed in flaming deeps. Your restless urges advance And she sleeps. Her heart is severely unloving And then she...
View ArticleJUDITH BUTLER: COUPLETS
Who, then, is this Judith Butler? Google her face. Never heard of her. Holy crap she looks like a man. Theory does what theory can. The couplet is an interesting device For this poem—reproducing like...
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