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Inglorious Basterds:SCALPED
Quentin Tarantino makes me think increasingly of the bright musician of generous technique and dexterity who forsakes sheet music, or even head arrangements and insists instead of improvising, from a cold start. Keith Jarrett comes to mind, superb pianist in group contexts who, somewhere in the Seventies, elevated himself to a concert soloist, ...
Posted to Movies by Ted Burke on September 4, 2009
Re: "Number 2" - Critical Comments Welcome
Hi Ted, As I've just pointed out, Denny is drawing upon his personality type and the common parlance by which particular cognitive processes within it express themselves. I know that Denny will read this too, so speaking as one who regards you both well, let me put it this way. When someone gets caught up in a belief in his own uniqueness -- and ...
Posted to Poems by White_Rabbit on July 12, 2009
"Poetry" by Marianne Moore
Marianne Moore's ''Poetry'' is widely anthologized and often cited, and it shouldn't be a mystery as to why this poem among the hundreds she wrote is the one that an otherwise indifferent audience remembers: it's a poem about poetry. She rather handily summarizes an array of cliches, stereotypes and received misgivings about poetry a literalistic ...
Posted to Poems by Ted Burke on June 30, 2009
Michael Jackson
My girl friend and I listened to Thriller at least three times a day , it seems, while we were in graduate school, and it suffices to say that I don't care to hear the album too soon or too often. Not that I'm tired of the music; in fact, I cherish the memories it brings from some better times during the eighties, and I still think the music are ...
Posted to Obit by Ted Burke on June 26, 2009
san francisco--new poem
San Francisco lost again in alley scrubsseeking a straight pathamong inclining bricksbuildings odd and sharpas needles loom overus all braving a short walk home,canyons of cracked asphaltand singular puddlesalive with oil cansand rainbows thatspread out in decaying circlesconcentric and amorphous at once,greased and glisteningfrom stuttering ...
Posted to Poems by Ted Burke on May 13, 2009
Billy Collins: The Same Surprises, Over and Over Again
Ballisticspoems by Billy Collins(Random House)Billy Collins writes poems that are literate, elegant, artfully crafted, and utterly coherent in the point he wants to get across , the feeling he want to evoke, the irony he wants to convey, and his ability to achieve all this in successive books in equally successive poems is both the attraction to ...
Posted to Poems by Ted Burke on May 8, 2009
BRAND NEW POEM! comments welcome
Music for Cash Registers I could sing all nightif the lights never changedand if the radio played this songagain and again, it’s a riff that rubs me the right way in traffic it’s a chorus making downtowna party of long ribbons and faired tap shoes, the motor purrs and growlswith each keyboard gruntand grunting guitar, this car just rockswhen ...
Posted to Poems by Ted Burke on April 17, 2009
Re: But is it art
I think the aim is to undermine the insidious intent of rhetorical questions that frame ready made political assumptions. The question in ''Is this art's archetype abstracted from politics'' forces agreement from the reader though it's disingenuous appeal to a person's vanity, from which an argument may be made for agendas that have little to ...
Posted to Poems by Ted Burke on April 2, 2009
Worship of the dead
Has anyone said that they are exhausted by the relentless attention accorded the late and legendary Sylvia Plath?Am I the only one who thinks that we ought to stop metaphorically digging up Sylvia Plath's body so we may once again gawk at her bony remains through a lens of deferred yearning? Generation after generation discovers and rediscovers ...
Posted to XX Factor by Ted Burke on March 26, 2009
flu
flu not years after tearsfallen over ashnor days of malaiseafter counting the cash keeps this head buriedunder armsflat on the deskas if in grade schoolduring a drill of some kind,eyes peeking throughfingers attempting a glimpseof enemy wing tipseeding the sky with parachutesthat would blossom and foretellbad fortune, the trees were bareand ...
Posted to Poems by Ted Burke on March 26, 2009

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