Tag Archive for Richard Berengarten

Finnegan Awoken

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RICHARD BERENGARTEN For Alastair Reid Finnegan wakes and walks in briny air. Gulls wheel and gannets dive. The cliffs are bare. The coast is clear. And nobody is there. He’d dreamed a corner of his dream again might touch his…

Find me, I’m a tree

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SYLVIE MARIE find me Poetry turns paper back into trees – Marie Lundquist find me i’m standing among the others feet planted in a corner knees together my woody trunk rising through my resin pelvis my backbone a stem for…

On Poetry and Morning: Twelve Observations

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RICHARD BERENGARTEN 1. Dispassionate morning greets me. I breathe into rain-sounds, sleep-filled, dream-billowed. My flat roof creaks, pitter-patters. 2. It holds above me. The world that bears me confirms it’s in place. 3. But dreaming hasn’t done with me, still…

Four Statements on Poetics from Imagems 2

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RICHARD BERENGARTEN These four texts are to be published, with others, in Imagems 2, by Shearsman Books (Bristol, June 2019). Imagems is an ongoing series of twelve-point statements on poetics. Some of these texts blur the distinctions between theory and…

On Poetry and Exile: Twelve Propositions

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RICHARD BERENGARTEN 1. Who is not in exile. We make and remake poems and songs, so that we may go home again. To this making there is no end. 2. Home is by definition where mine is shared with you…

On the Breath and the Cry: Twelve Propositions

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RICHARD BERENGARTEN 1. In the beginning was the breath. Then came the cry. 2. When the newborn baby first meets air (greets the world), the midwife makes sure the baby cries. Like all other later cries, that first cry is…