Posts Tagged Stanzas
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Max’s Musings
By Max Molleston Late in February, there was an article in the New York Times about “found” poetry of Rudyard Kipling. I dove into volumes on and of poetry to discover Kipling’s “Early Verse,” published in 1900, containing the known writings in prose and verse. The article claims 500...
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Max’s Musings
By Max Molleston The only thought I have about Dylan Thomas is his superior poetry. All the busy talk about his drinking fades to nothingness, unless it is a stage of imbibing pushing to clearer thinking about the subjects of his lines, become poems. Thomas' poem, The Hunchback in the Park, is a ...
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Max’s Musings
By Max Molleston I surely can't know, and recall all the objects and happenings taking place this month. We (most of us) think of April as the beginning of the Spring season. Lots of thinking about new and recurring vegetation, some which will bloom and bring forth fruit, more that will provide s...
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Max’s Musings
By Max Molleston The art of poetry seems to be divided, in fact, and in fancy with line endings and the spacing of the resulting verse. But there is also a ferocity involved. First, there is a ferocious knowledge of language and its usages. A dictionary refers to ferocious as wild, the way we usu...
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Max’s Musings
By Max Molleston Mary Tryon, a New York poet, submitted to a Mississippi Valley Poetry Contest some years back, but did not win. As chairman, I would select good poetry like Mary’s, write about it, and send my opinion and the poem(s) to the poet. Mary began to write poems in 2007. I don’t rec...
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Max’s Musings
By Max Molleston I am cash register honest, and I am also a human and a poet. Lots of us are the first two in these qualities. Fewer are poets. what I mean by this first thought is we have a compulsion to be as honest as possible. “As possible” is the key. Think back on times “honest a...
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Max’s Musings
By Max Molleston The summer blooms in floral and other excitement as we celebrate local events and the national holiday, Independence Day. Names. We name everything. We give nicknames when our recollections fail on names. Our grandaughters are Jamie and Sydney. They are twins, and those were...
