Living Poetry – Meet STACY BARTON

July 23, 2007 at 6:19 pm | Posted in Jon Kamholtz, OST, poetry, Stacy Barton, Surviving Nashville, theartofstory | 5 Comments

Some of this blog’s (admittedly few) readers may have noticed that I do have a liking for poetry. As I explained in an earlier post, this particular bug started many years ago under the influence of one of my teachers, Dr. Jon Kamholtz of the University of Cincinnati.

Well, I met Stacy online last year at an emerging theology site called Open Source Theology (OST). It quickly became obvious that she was a real writer – someone who understands how to put the words together to communicate not just facts, but also feelings. Stacy Barton writes poetry (and she also does plays and short stories). Her latest sally is a collection of short stories called “Surviving Nashville“.

Well, I visited her blog last week and found that in a couple of posts, she had very casually tossed up some fascinating poetry . With her permission, I am putting up the ‘less finished’ piece here in this post and another one (more finished?) further down in my sidebar.

So, here’s June, which Stacy feels is less finished, or even unfinished. The idea of putting up an unfinished and unpolished poem is to allow any of my lucky readers to participate in finishing a ‘living’ poem. Well here’s your chance! And a golden chance it is indeed. That rarest of things, a creative work in progress, and you get to participate!
So, if anyone wants to suggest some changes, or add a stanza or two, please go ahead and feel free, and if Stacy likes it, the poem may end up being properly published in one of her future collections (no promises)!


june means summer
which means kids and pools and sunscreen and sandy beaches
and hot dogs and popsicles
and sleeping in
and afternoon movies with the shades pulled.

summer also means forgetting to buy groceries
(thus the hot dogs)
or do the laundry
(thus the swimsuits)
or go to bed at a reasonable hour
(thus the sleeping in)

If you want to read more, then hunt your way down to the poetry section in my sidebar for Stacy Barton’s “At Dusk”

Perspicacious and Prescient – Samuel Daniel

April 15, 2007 at 5:34 pm | Posted in 16C, Delia, Jon Kamholtz, literature, poetry, Samuel Daniel, sonnet | Leave a comment

I read this poem during my second year at college not realising that one day I would be in India and reminded again of this amazing 16C poet.

Musophilus (Containing A General Defence Of All Learning)

Power above powers, O heavenly eloquence,
That with the strong rein of commanding words
Dost manage, guide, and master th’ eminence
Of men’s affections more than all their swords:
Shall we not offer to thy excellence
The richest treasure that our wit affords?
Thou that canst do much more with one poor pen
Than all the powers of princes can effect,
And draw, divert, dispose, and fashion men
Better than force or rigour can direct:
Should we this ornament of glory then,
As th’ unmaterial fruits of shades, neglect?
Or should we, careless, come behind the rest
In power of words, that go before in worth?
Whenas our accents, equal to the best,
Is able greater wonders to bring forth;
When all that ever hotter spirits express’d,
Comes better’d by the patience of the north.
And who in time knows whither we may vent
The treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores
This gain of our best glory shall be sent
T’ enrich unknowing nations with our stores?
What worlds in th’ yet unformed occident
May come refin’d with th’ accents that are ours?
Or who can tell for what great work in hand
The greatness of our style is now ordain’d?
What powers it shall bring in, what spirits command,
What thoughts let out, what humours keep restrain’d,
What mischief it may powerfully withstand,
And what fair ends may thereby be attain’d?

I should be offended by the presumption. After all, Indian culture predates and surpasses the British variety by a good five thousand years! But, in the modern period we have learned a lot from the Brits, both good and bad. As far as both politics and ethics go, India knows what not to do and be. So, despite the codescension, hats off to Daniel and his enthusiasm for spreading his variety of language and learning!

Three more examples of his work are further down in the sidebar.

Suffer the Children II

October 18, 2006 at 10:05 am | Posted in a.a. milne, lost childhood, observation, play, poetry, teach your children, teach your parents, time for kids | 2 Comments

Come Out with Me

There’s sun on the river and sun on the hill . . .

You can hear the sea if you stand quite still!
There’s eight new puppies at Roundabout Farm-
And I saw an old sailor with only one arm!
But everyone says, “Run along!” (Run along, run along!)
All of them say, “Run along! I’m busy as can be.”
Every one says, “Run along, There’s a little darling!”
If I’m a little darling, why don’t they run with me?

There’s wind on the river and wind on the hill . . .
There’s a dark dead water-wheel under the mill!
I saw a fly which had just been drowned-
And I know where a rabbit goes into the ground!
But everyone says, “Run along!”(Run along, run along!)
All of them say, “Yes, dear,” and never notice me.
Every one says, “Run along,There’s a little darling!”
If I’m a little darling, why won’t they come and see?
Alan Alexander Milne


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