by Warren Gaston | Sep 4, 2018
Alive in Language To write poetry is to be alive in language. To be alive in language means to live in awe of language, our most fundamental human accomplishment. To be alive in language is to be fascinated by language. Sight and sound, the seeing and hearing of...
by Warren Gaston | Aug 31, 2018
Whatever happened to rhyme? Poems can no longer be defined as writing that rhymes. Since the 19th century with poet pioneers Emily Dickinson and Walt Whitman, rhyming has gone out of vogue. Nowadays few do. Most modern poems do not, at least not rhymes stuck neatly at...
by Warren Gaston | Aug 28, 2018
“Our view of man will remain superficial so long as we fail to go back to the origin of silence, so long as we fail to find, beneath the chatter of words, the primordial silence, and as long as we do not describe the action which breaks this silence. The spoken...
by Warren Gaston | Aug 22, 2018
If I gave you a nail would you call it a rooster, or even a screw, closer to true but still no cigar. Would you eat it with cream cheese and capers in the corner deli of your imagination, the bagel discarded on the floor, now a toy tire broken from a Tonka truck by an...
by Warren Gaston | Aug 16, 2018
A poem is sound pressed between two silences. A word cannot sound without the silence surrounding it. Without intermittent silence, speaking would be a mush of mumbling, nothing but indistinguishable sound. The same for the printed page, the empty spaces between words...
