Happy National Poetry Month! Gratitude by Susan Ludvigson <3


6 April 2017
Birthday Prompt 😀 Ripening of the Fig, y’all! 😀
Make art inspired by this.
“There was a charm in being reborn into the world when one was old enough to appreciate it.” ―Thomm Quackenbush

5 April 2017
My company this morning ❤
Make art about the comfort of wild things.

3 April 2017
I dreamt of bones last night 🙂 Not surprising. Anyone who knows me know I have an ongoing fascination–obsession–with bones, the white and click of them, the stories they tell (that anthropology background asserting itself). I recently recovered from a broken bone, a double hairline fracture inside that taken-for-granted hinge joint in my elbow.
Reinforced my appreciation for their bony utility, about how dependent we are on something that, in the right turn, is so fragile.
Make art about what holds us up.

Resist Much, Obey Little: Inaugural Poems to the Resistance
A monumental anthology of poems of resistance, edited by Michael Boughn, John Bradley, Brenda Cardenas, Lynne DeSilva-Johnson, Kass Fleisher, Roberto Harrison, Kent Johnson, Andrew Levy, Nathaniel Mackey, Ruben Medina, Philip Metres, Nita Noveno, Julie Patton, Margaret Randall, Michael Rothenberg, Chris Stroffolino, Anne Waldman, Marjorie Welish, Tyrone Williams.
Featuring poetry by Eileen Myles, Nathaniel Mackey, Anne Waldman, Margaret Randall, Forrest Gander, Rachel Blau DuPlessis, Brenda Hillman, Bob Holman, Pierre Joris, Douglas Kearney, Evie Shockley, & Terese Svoboda, Norma Cole, Fady Joudah, Lewis Warsh, and more.
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we can’t build a wall. we can only spout pure water again and again and drown his lies.~Eileen Myles
Racism, xenophobia, misogyny and their related malaises are to the U.S. what whiskey is to an alcoholic. The current occupant of the White House won the election yipping, against possible recovery, “Drinks are on me!” The rich, multitudinous voices in this anthology variously call for—having embarked on—the hard work of sobriety, sanity.~Nathaniel Mackey
Poets are summoned to a stronger imagination of language and humanity in a time of new and radical Weathers. White House Inc. is the last gasp of the dying Confederacy, but its spectacle is dangerous and addictive so hold onto your mind. Fascism loves distraction. Keep the world safe for poetry. Open the book of love and resistance. Don’t tarry!~Anne Waldman
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Rock on, you poets and warriors!
xo
Mary
2 April 2017
Make art about what’s burning, about the fires you’ve inherited.

1 April 2017
Daddy reciting Yeats
Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild: With a faery, hand in hand. For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand…and I went out to the hazel wood,. Because a fire was in my head….
Mama reciting Kipling
Though I’ve belted you and flayed you, By the livin’ Gawd that made you, You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din!…as she mopped our lil trailer floors….
and Wordsworth and Coleridge and Blake…Little Lamb who made thee. Dost thou know who made thee. Gave thee life & bid thee feed…the sing-songy hopefulness of Edgar Guest, the inquiry and longing of Emily Dickinson
I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too?….and Poe
But we loved with a love that was more than love— /I and my Annabel Lee—
and always, always, always Frost
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall….Say something to us we can learn/By heart and when alone repeat./Say something! And it says, ‘I burn.’/But say with what degree of heat….
and the one they both would use to reassure and encourage their odd and poet daughter, who even then, they understood, would have to scuff and stumble to find her own way ![]()
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Oh and Whitman!!!
Still the poet I read most frequently, still the singer of my wild child’s heart ![]()
Thank you, Mama
Thank you, Daddy
I owe all the poetry in my life to both of you. We had very little materially, but oh the poetry ![]()
Make art about what your parents gave you.

Happy National Poetry Month! Ain’t gonna lie–Kinda really love that Poetry Month is the same month as my birthday 😀
So my daily prompts will continue, but if you’d like to get a bunch of prompts at once, join us in the Better Than Black Friday Writing Group on Facebook, where I’ve created and posted a whole list of prompts for those who want to write every day for Poetry Month 🙂 30 Prompts for 30 Days!
Join the Better than Black Friday Writing Group Here!

Has to start with one of all time favorite poems ❤

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