And while I try to keep cool from the unseasonably warm temps the East Bay is currently having, here are some poems to honor the start of autumn!
How ’bout we kick off this month with some August-themed poetry!
Oooh, the way with words on the last one.
No April Fools joke–that April 2021 cover of UK Vogue is giving me LIFE. (There are three other covers for their April issue, all of them equally vibrant.) That’s the magic of Meisel, who shot the covers and is giving me 1960s-era Avedon vibes with the image. Also, OMG a smiling woman with life in her eyes on the cover! Bored faces and drowsy eyes be damned! Why US Vogue isn’t fashun as their UK sister is not a mystery: that out-of-touch fossil Anna Wintour is still its cryptkeeper-in-chief.
It’s also the start of the baseball season and National Poetry Month. I’d post a baseball poem, but they all bored me and these lines from the OG Queen of Quip Dorothy Parker was hard to pass up.
I didn’t watch the inauguration ceremonies live today because this night owl woke up late, as I always do on my days-off from work. (Blasted east coast time!) In between catching up on the inauguration stories and celebrating the birfday of Dwight Schrute, I saw headlines on Amanda Gorman, who happens to be the youngest poet to perform at an inauguration. I read her poem in full. Then I watched her recital. And my wig was snatched in the end. I heard J-Lo performed after her, but she should’ve gone home after that and continued arguing with people on social media about how legit her face and skincare products are (*snorts*), because Amanda set the bar high with that poem and recital that Maya Angelou would have approved.
Just reading the text is not enough. Watch the video instead. Miss Amanda has this poetry geek swooning!
Late night writing shit
Playing jazz in the background
This is how I work
Staying home all day
Gets me stir-crazy so when
can we live again?
The ‘Rona scares me
Can’t get tested unless rich
Fuck this injustice
All these new gender
identities confuse me
Just call me a slut
(And speaking of…)
than insufferable, two-
faced, try-hard bitches.
I can go on and
write more haikus; they’re like beer–
simple and easy!
It’s National Poetry Month this month, and fitting that today would’ve been also the birthday of the legendary poet, writer, and literary icon Maya Angelou! To celebrate, here are a few of my favorite poems of hers.
I can’t paste an image of it here, but “On The Pulse Of Morning”–the poem she recited during Clinton’s 1993 Inauguration–is poetry heaven.
And, THE poem we need to read every day to get us through these crazy AF times.