#peter meinke

[tirkdi]

The First Marriage, by Peter Meinke, 1991 (x)

#a fave that popped back into my head recently & hasn't left #the way that last stanza HITS #peter meinke #poetry

[thepoetrycurator]

"We must be careful whom we choose

for inspiration  or the muse

may turn upon us like an alien

that eats its victims from within."

-"Brief Meditations on Woodcut by Leonard Baskin" by Peter Meinke, The Contracted World: New & More Selected Poems

#Peter Meinke #Poetry #Poem #Poet #Florida Poet #Floridian Poet #Poems #Inspiration #muse

[hopefullyandrogynousartist]

so I had to read "The Cranes" by Peter Meinke for English and talk about the foreshadowing. except I didn't see the foreshadowing I just thought it was fucking weird. no the object in the plaid towel is a gun, and the shower curtain is so blood can't soak into the car seats. and the husband forgot ear protection SND THATS THE LAST THING THE COUPLE TALKED ABOUT BEFORE KILLING THEMSELVES AND THEM THEN MEINKE INCLUDED THE CRANES FLYING AWAY LIKE WHAT

#tw suicide #the cranes #peter meinke #the cranes by peter meinke #suicide #gun #but uh i thought it was so weird #looked it up #realized that it was about suicide #and had a long think laying on my floor

[toffee-and-tandoori]

hi, just curious since i read your tag game post! what's the quote that you live by?

hi there!!! thank you so much for asking this question!

the quote i live by is actually in the description of my blog: "to be specific, between the peony and the rose, plant squash and spinach, turnips and tomatoes."

it's from my favorite poem, "advice to my son" by peter meinke. for me, the quote (and the entire poem really) is all about remembering to find balance in life. the different vegetables (e.g. squash, spinach, turnips, tomatoes) all represent the more practical aspects of life while the flowers (e.g. peony, rose) represent the indulges in life.

i'm someone who tends to focus so much on those more practical aspects of life that i sometimes forget to simply enjoy! instead of focusing on the negatives and what i still need to accomplish, i have to remind myself to pay attention to those positives and all that i've already accomplished; i feel like that quote really helps me do that!

thanks again for asking! <3

#i really appreciated this ask!

[remixinc]

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[guns-and-botany]

Sonnet on the Death of the Man Who Invented Plastic Roses

By Peter Meinke

The man who invented plastic roses is dead.

Behold his mark: His undying flawless blossoms never close

But guard his grave unbending through the dark.

He understood neither beauty nor flowers.

Which catch our hearts in nets as soft as sky

And bind us with a thread of fragile hours:

Flowers are beautiful because they die.

Beauty without the perishable pulse

Is dry and sterile, an abandoned stage

With false forests. But the results

Support this man’s invention; he knew his age:

A vision of our tearless time discloses

Artificial men sniffing plastic roses.

#rai posting

[apoemaday]

Everything We Do

by Peter Meinke

Everything we do is for our first loves whom we have lost irrevocably who have married insurance salesmen and moved to Topeka and never think of us at all. We fly planes & design buildings and write poems that all say Sally I love you I’ll never love anyone else Why didn’t you know I was going to be a poet? The walks to school, the kisses in the snow gather as we dream backwards, sweetness with age: our legs are young again, our voices strong and happy, we’re not afraid. We don’t know enough to be afraid. And now we hold (hidden, hopeless) the hope that some day she may fly in our plane enter our building read our poem And that night, deep in her dream, Sally, far in darkness, in Topeka, with the salesman lying beside her, will cry out our unfamiliar name.

#poetry #peter meinke #everything we do

[whatevertheywant]

You already know what time it is! part ????/???? of lyrics that got me fucked up:

I always wanted to die clean and pretty

But I'd be too busy on working days

So I am relieved that the turbulence wasn't forecasted

I couldn't have changed anyways

I am relieved that I'd left my room tidy

Goodbye (Last Words of a Shooting Star, Mitski)

I thought you knew

you were beautiful and fair

your bright eyes and hair

but now I see that no one knows that

about himself, but must be told

and retold until it takes hold

because I think anything can be killed

after a while, especially beauty (Untitled by Peter Meinke...not a song but this poem has always haunted me since I first read it)

Begged you to want me, but you didn't want to

But your love, it isn't free, it has to be earned

Back then I didn't have anything you needed, so I was worthless (Piece By Piece, Kelly Clarkson)

#mitski #lyrics #last words of a shooting star #peter meinke #kelly clarkson #piece by piece

[taperwolf]

The trick is, to live your days

as if each one may be your last

(for they go fast, and young men lose their lives

in strange and unimaginable ways)

but at the same time, plan long range

(for they go slow; if you survive

the shattered windshield and the bursting shell

you will arrive

at our approximation here below

of heaven or hell).

To be specific, between the peony and the rose

plant squash and spinach, turnips and tomatoes;

beauty is nectar

and nectar, in a desert, saves,

but the stomach craves stronger sustenance

than the honied vine.

Therefore, marry a pretty girl

after seeing her mother;

Show your soul to one man,

work with another;

and always serve bread with your wine.

But son, always serve wine.

— Peter Meinke, "Advice to My Son"

#poetry #peter meinke

[conniecorleone]

Everything We Do

Everything we do is for our first loves whom we have lost irrevocably who have married insurance salesmen and moved to Topeka and never think of us at all. We fly planes & design buildings and write poems that all say Sally I love you I'll never love anyone else Why didn't you know I was going to be a poet? The walks to school, the kisses in the snow gather as we dream backwards, sweetness with age: our legs are young again, our voices strong and happy, we're not afraid. We don't know enough to be afraid. And now we hold (hidden, hopeless) the hope that some day she may fly in our plane enter our building        read our poem And that night, deep in her dream, Sally, far in darkness, in Topeka, with the salesman lying beside her, will cry out our unfamiliar name.

Peter Meinke From Liquid Paper: New and Selected Poems, 1991

#poetry #peter meinke

[finishinglinepress]

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Kate Cumiskey is a writer, painter, and social justice activist in coastal Florida. Her work appears regularly in fine literary and peer-reviewed journals. Cumiskey and her husband Mikel work together to meet the needs of homeless teenagers and young adults by housing them and promoting public awareness, including founding an independent student cadre at a local high school. She is recognized by the state of Florida Department of Education as a Distinguished Educator through the Best and Brightest Scholarship program, and as a pioneering Autism advocate by the National Association of Social Workers. This is Cumiskey’s fourth book.

ADVANCE PRAISE FOR The Women Who Gave Up Their Vowels by Kate Cumiskey

Like a painter whose landscapes always have human figures in them, these poems present family, friends, and lost loved ones in vivid settings. Her mentor and friend, the late Robert Creeley, would be proud. It’s a great pleasure to see Kate Cumiskey‘s latest poems gathered in this fine book.

–Peter Meinke, poet laureate of Florida

Rooted in place, the poems in Kate’s Cumiskey’s collection The Women Who Gave Up Their Vowels span generations of a family raised in a Florida beach town, where “South of the jetties, cars crowd up to the high-tide poles. Coolers, surfboards, /guitars, woofers, towels, diapers…” comprise the landscape. A great love of this place, and the people who inhabit Cumiskey’s past and present sweeps through the pages of this collection giving voice to the daughter, sister, wife, mother, grandmother, neighbor and teacher poet. Thank you, Kate Cumiskey, for this “giving us something to cling to when the hard times came.” We’ve never needed these poems more than now.

–Marjory Wentworth

#flpauthor #preorder #AwesomeCoverArt #poetry

#poetry #preorder #flp authors #flp #poets on tumblr #american poets #leah maines #women poets

[kyleelisetht]

Artist/Activist John Sims Perpetually Recasts Valentines and Goes ‘Beyond the Divide’ in 2021. ~KyleeliseTHT

What happened on February 14, 2021, in this starkly divided nation when an artist brought to the dinner table a group of Republicans and Democrats amid a global pandemic? Forget politics. It was poetry night.

With verses in hand – one penned by an assumed unknown author, another by a Pakistani poet, an Irish bard buoyed by the ‘Bard of Avon’, a poem lamenting pandemic angst and political divide within a single household—there were no battle lines, just words steeped in pain, advocating coexistence, respect, and, as spoken by more than one presenter, appeals for civility.

Conservatives and Liberals have taken a stand

Families and couples have drawn lines in the sand

Never in history has politics mattered

To the point that our relationships

Have become torn and tattered. ~Hank Goldsby (2021)

So, how many times can one square the complex and multidimensional root of love and unleash it, even love between political opposites and ordinary citizens? As calculated by the artist John Sims, a Detroit-to-Sarasota, Fla. transplant—the infinite equation is primed to be reevaluated nearly every year.

Sims, who first hosted ‘The SquareRoot of Love’ on Valentine's 2010, organized his seventh, which commenced this year on February 12, 2021, and concluded on the event’s signature date – Valentine’s Day.

After the first two days of ‘SquareRoot’ festivities showcasing artisans of song, spoken word, and visual art – an overture, if you will, to ‘V-day,’ Sims gathered the bipartisan group of local elected officials, political supporters, and activists to shepherd an act of “civility and love, “ he said.

Among those in attendance were Hagen Brody, Marsha and Hank Goldsby, Scott Hopes, and Dee McFarland. Politics was not on the menu. Instead, guests had been asked to introduce an assigned course during the dinner by reading a favorite love poem.

The wordfest and five-course meal, complemented by champagne, wines, and what Sims deemed the quintessential American dessert—Apple Pie à la Mode was held at The Rosemary, a swanky Sarasota eatery, and set to music performed by the young but seasoned musicians of the Modern Jazz Ensemble. A single romantic verse about love and patience during a couple’s “building years” reminded the audience that it was, indeed, lover’s day, and was offered by the poet Melanie Lavender.

Known for work that challenges historical iconography held in place by sentiment, yet deeply rooted in racial oppression, and his across-interest collaborations undergone to promote mutual understanding, Sims, who is also a reputable figure among math artists, has organized ‘SquareRoot’ as part of his creative practice that is a wholly collaborative experience in which divergent voices bring their interpretation of how to solve or, at least, engage the equation of love. The contributions range from erudite to experiential.

Each of Sims’ ‘SquareRoot of Love’ rallies creatives of all disciplines, as well as socio-political operatives, journalists, and community thinkers to square the root of love in its many iterations within the context of the pressing questions of the day. In its debut year, Sims with performance artist Karen Finley delved into the notion of love as a trope, featuring responses in verse by poets JoAnne Growney and Regie Cabico. The annual event has since grown – twice occurring in the States and Paris, concurrently – to include a larger group of contributors, all vying to “square” love in all its most uncomfortable places.

In 2019, Sims asked artists to triangulate ‘love’ with the anniversary of seventeen and seventeen murdered and injured, respectively, at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Fla. As this writer was a contributing poet, I can share that no solution could be extrapolated from the reality of this tragedy.

In 2020, Florida’s Poet Laureate, Peter Meinke, and journalist/civil Rights activist Charlayne Hunter-Gault presented poems that spoke more traditionally to love as unpredictable yet sustaining. However, as Sims’ work is always tied to a complex unfurling of love within the difficulties of realities, this year’s theme comes in an era of what has been deemed an existential political, racial, and social reckoning anchored in the quagmires of 2020. In response: Sim’s organized ‘Beyond the Divide,’ the seventh and political edition of ‘The SquareRoot of Love’.

The 2021 affair came eleven months after the country became restrained by Coronavirus and was viscerally divided over race and politics. “Our differences in religion were much easier than our differences in politics,” said long-time resident and retired banker Hank Goldsby, a Conservative, who lamented the strain of it all on his thirty-year marriage to his wife Marsha, a healthcare provider and registered Democrat. The Goldsbys shared a “2020 retrospect” penned by Hank of the perils of being quasi-quarantined and under significant external pressure. Of it all, Hank concluded, “that there’s a lot more to life than politics.”

Dr. Scott Hopes read ‘Before You Came,’ a four stanza tome about unexpected change and a slow renewal written by Pakistani poet Faiz Ahmed Faiz. Divergent political views, as Dr. Hopes explained, during his presentation, ushered a break from his beloved son of whom he is gushingly proud. “We all have to come back together,” he said. “Politics is not worth it.”

The poet is unknown to her, but the writer’s poem has hung in Delores McFarland’s home since the mid-eighties and has been a source of solace, especially in times of personal loss of family, she said. McFarland has survived her only child. 

A retired HR professional and the president of the Sarasota Black Democratic Caucus, McFarland’s mission, she said, “... is to engage and empower black voters in Sarasota.” And, she is deeply concerned about the lives of black men. “I believe that black men are an endangered species, and we should respect them no matter what their situation,” she said. And she has expectations of Black men, too. “Their responsibility is to go through a growth and self-actualization process to grow into the mature person that God intended them to be,” she said. 

When McFarland read from the lower stanza of her found poem, “And you learn that you really can endure/you really are strong/ you really do have worth/ and you learn/ and you learn/ with every goodbye, you learn...” she was, herself, empowered, once more, through the words of the writer whose name she’d never known – the Jamaican poet Lisa Goycochea.

“Civility is extremely important,” said thirty-eight-year-old Hagen Brody before he delivered the poem ‘Speak to Me with Civility’, written by the Ireland-born poet Francis Duggan. 

In this beautiful coastal city of social, political, and economic unevenness, where the difficulties of race and policing are as evident though not as fatal as in many cities across the country, and strife and accusations in all directions are uncomfortably common, Hagen plays a prominent role. He is the Mayor of Sarasota, Fla.

“We’re a resilient country,” Hagen said. “Our democracy is extremely strong.” And most of the nation’s citizens share similar values and dreams, he believes. Still, there’s trouble in America. There’s trouble even in his beautiful city.

Hagen said that a return to civility will open pathways for understanding and necessary change through cooperation. A return to civility is an unavoidable first step, he explained.

So committed to the possibility of civil discourse for change, Hagen, after he reads Duggan’s poem, added an arc of reconciliation with a verse from the consummate bard himself, William Shakespeare: “And do as adversaries do in law, Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.” (Taming of the Shrew)

So, how does one solve the equation of division? “Strive mightily” and, perhaps, try as one might solve the activist-artist John Sims’ SquareRoot of Love.

(February 2021)

[emilyk219]

Advice to my Son

By Peter Meinke

The trick is, to live your days

as if each one may be your last

(for they go fast, and young men lose their lives

in strange and unimaginable ways)

but at the same time, plan long range

(for they go slow; if you survive

the shattered windshield and the bursting shell

you will arrive

at our approximation here below

of heaven or hell).

To be specific, between the peony and the rose

plant squash and spinach, turnips and tomatoes;

beauty is nectar

and nectar, in a desert, saves,

but the stomach craves stronger sustenance

than the honied vine.

Therefore, marry a pretty girl

after seeing her mother;

Show your soul to one man,

work with another;

and always serve bread with your wine.

But son, always serve wine.

#peter meinke #advice to my son #poem

[prefection]

Everything We Do

Everything we do is for our first loves whom we have lost irrevocably who have married insurance salesmen and moved to Topeka and never think of us at all. We fly planes & design buildings and write poems that all say Sally I love you I'll never love anyone else Why didn't you know I was going to be a poet? The walks to school, the kisses in the snow gather as we dream backwards, sweetness with age: our legs are young again, our voices strong and happy, we're not afraid. We don't know enough to be afraid. And now we hold (hidden, hopeless) the hope that some day she may fly in our plane enter our building read our poem And that night, deep in her dream, Sally, far in darkness, in Topeka, with the salesman lying beside her, will cry out our unfamiliar name.

Peter Meinke

#poem #love #poetry #first love #spilled ink #spilled words

[drowsyfantasy]

This week, you are going to be doing two things. The major assignment this week

This week, you are going to be doing two things. The major assignment this week

This week, you are going to be doing two things. The major assignment this week is to write the first essay for this class. And because you have to write the essay, you only have to read one very short story: “The Cranes” by Peter Meinke. But despite its brevity, it is rich with symbolism, and this is what we are going to focus on this week. The word “Symbol” is one of those words that everyone…

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[pennoypapers]

short story: “The Cranes” by Peter Meinke

short story: “The Cranes” by Peter Meinke

This week, you are going to be doing two things. The major assignment this week is to write the first essay for this class. And because you have to write the essay, you only have to read one very short story: “The Cranes” by Peter Meinke. But despite its brevity, it is rich with symbolism, and this is what we are going to focus on this week. The word “Symbol” is one of those words that everyone…

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