<3 Frank

wildwildwhatever:

I searched through old emails, which is to say waded through flooding emotional trenches for this video, only to remember MEDIUM hosted it early on in The Volta’s history. Harmony Holiday mixes Sade and dance footage and the inimitable Fred Moten. Just what I needed out here on the edge of feeling like poetry is an empty practice. 

Denise Levertov reads:

“I’ll dig in, into my days, having come here to live, not to visit…”

Primiti Too Taa - by Colin Morton and Ed Ackerman (1988).

CAConrad reading at Mission Laundromat

Poets.org asks: “Which poet did you first fall in love with?”

(Source: poets.org)

Sharon Olds reads ”The Worst Thing” on PBS.

Today’s Poem-A-Day by Ben Mirov — is also a video.

Paul Foster Johnson: If experimental poetry were a Prince song it would be this one. This ballad has no verse and no chorus, but uses a meandering vocal line to tell the fragmented story of an affair with a witty waitress called “Dorothy Parker.” The vocals and the drums propel the track forward and push the watery keyboards and synth bass into the background. It’s a pared-down sound for a song about nerds flirting awkwardly. Dorothy makes fun of Prince for ordering fruit cocktail, insists on taking communal baths with their pants on, and sings along with Joni Mitchell on the radio. For his part, Prince thinks of his encounter with Dorothy as an escape from his purple rainy baggage, and learns to self-sooth by re-enacting the bathing-with-pants-on scene until “all the fighting stopped.” Their quirky romance is embalmed in the coolness of Prince’s minimal funk. 

(Source: coldfrontmag.com)