by Warren Gaston | Oct 7, 2015
On April 26, 1937 the German Luftwaffe bombed the Basque city of Guernica in northern Spain at the request of Generalissimo Francisco Franco. Reichmarschall Hermann Goering wanted to test his air force and Franco wanted to make an example of the Basques to the rest of...
by Warren Gaston | Sep 27, 2015
A poem is a carefully constructed accident. An experience suddenly comes crashing into a poet’s life unsolicited. Breaking news, news breaking out of the mundane daily world. A shake-up, wake-up call. The poet is obliged to report the accident. It’s what poets...
by Warren Gaston | Sep 17, 2015
WARNING: Don’t Try This At Home “I am lousing myself up as much as I can these days. Why? I want to be a poet, and I am working to make myself a seer: you won’t understand this at all, and I hardly know how to explain it to you. The point is, to arrive at a...
by Warren Gaston | Sep 14, 2015
I do not write to confirm what I know, I write to uncover what I do not know, can never know. I write to dwell in profound unknowing.
by Warren Gaston | Aug 31, 2015
“Poetry is the baby born when language falls madly in love with life.” Charles Olson A grunt, a moan, a syllable, a sound reaching beyond a finger pointing to the moon. Few things are more exciting than the birth of a word. Words have been around for a long time....
by Warren Gaston | Aug 30, 2015
The only way to save the present is to ruin the future and the only way to save the future is to ruin the present. We need to find a way to make certain this statement is false. Any ideas? Clue! To save the present, we will have to sacrifice the future. To save the...
