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Armchair theorist, poet, and occasional IT manager, Sascha B. is equipped with a Master's Degree in Middle Eastern Studies from the University of Texas, and is not afraid to use it. His work has been published by the University Press of America, Edwin Mellen Press, University of Texas Press, and a variety of small journals nationwide. He is also the proprietor and baker for 3141 Pie, of which you should eat many.

The Deal

I stopped blogging in 2013, when life overtook me. My father became ill and died shortly thereafter, and my mother was left with increasing dementia. I became the primary caregiver, and now orchestrate my mother's care and our family estate.

Now, I am coming up for air again.

Looking for the next book to read. All suggestions welcome.

My reading list is over here.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Luddite Literature

There is something that to me is strangely soothing, calming and sane about writing (and reading) poetry which is not meant to be slammed, staged, performed and woot-wooted once finished. Poetry which is in its totality not only words spoken but words put on a page, and seen on paper just as much as heard --- whether in the mind's ear or out loud. The rhythms and cadences of the written poem, and of the written poem recited, are something which I can neither pinpoint in their nature nor really want to. I can contrast them with most of what is considered poetry today: what you'll hear at slams and most performances, which is all great stuff, but a different (I believe) category and genre of writing.

The poetry of measured internal cadence, of line and meter, of lyric and epic, of image and imagination. Words on a page that leap out at you with more force than they appear to carry; emotional impact which is more than the summ of its parts, and not because of the brilliant delivery, but because of the resonance of the words, the words, the words...

Yes, I've got more poems out for those who indulge. And yes, they are small, and lyric, and I can only hope that at time they strive to reach a level of meaning and impact like that which I describe above. But only you can decide that.

Monday, May 09, 2011

Happy Birthday, Old Grey Donkey

It's Eeyore's birthday today. He is 140 years old, and continues to look not a day over 85.

If I have a literary icon, talismanic hero, or shameful mirror image, it is this guy.

Three cheers for the Old Grey Donkey!