If comedic-philosophical-absurdist-hip-hop-opera poetry is your thing, you’re going to dig DJ Spinoza. I picked this up on the advice of a blog. It’s a fast read, and one that I think will reward repeated attention. This first edition is limited to 1,500 copies, and I’d get one if I were you.
Also taggedA poem for Election Day - The Boston Globe
Also tagged Politics & ActivismLast Night I Watched
by Jason Crane
Last night I watched an American president-elect on the television and cried. Next to me was my wife Jennifer, tears running down her cheeks.
Last night I watched the awakening of a nation that had all but given up on its principles and ideals.
Last night I watched Jesse Jackson [...]
Poet Gerald Schwartz sent me his thoughts this morning:
For times, then,
All through our lives
We delight in a unity,
The great union,
Of our ventured selves
With what sustains
All possibility. We ride
The swell and are
The surf and with
Changed belief
Inner and outer
We find our talk
Turned to hope:
Our hope into truth:
For a time, early,
We become at home
In you, World.
–Gerald Schwartz
My sister, mom, dad and friend Kevin at my 2007 birthday shindig.
Here’s a poem I wrote in 2007 after celebrating my birthday with friends and family at Thali, our favorite Indian restaurant in Rochester.
Birthday
by Jason Crane
This is my birthday poem:
Stuffed full of Chicken Makhani,
Squeezing the plastic skull
With its bulging brains.
This is my birthday poem:
Grumpy-faced children
Fight [...]
People react to tragedy in different ways. For Thomas Flynn, a network news reporter covering the 9/11 tragedy as it happened, the story became more than an object to be studied. It became an all-encompassing, life-or-death struggle through the debris-strewn, dust-blind streets of New York.
Seven years later, Flynn tells his tale through the underused medium [...]
I drove to Shaftsbury, VT, today to visit one of the houses in which poet Robert Frost lived. It was in this house — known as the Stone House — that he wrote “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening.” Just as most of the classic Xmas albums were recorded in the summer, this quintessential [...]
Also tagged robert frost, vermontIn 1999, Jen and I lived just over the bridge from Hilton Head Island, South Carolina. I played in a dance club on the island, and Jen taught ESL. There was a guy who frequented our club, and who was known to just about everyone who knew the island. He was your typical working-class islander, [...]
Also tagged hilton head islandOur neighbors recently had a baby boy. This is the poem I wrote on the day he came home from the hospital.
Aidan Arrives
by Jason Crane
Sunday morning –
Sweet soul music,
Archie Bell and the Drells
Can’t stop dancing
While I sweep locust leaves
Off our porch.
Then it’s Marvin Gaye with a
Soul sacrament, his own
Worship of the joined human form,
While [...]
