Prose and poetry are such different disciplines. Poetry likes to linger, to savor, to sit by the wayside spinning metaphors. Prose likes words, too, but never as the essence itself. Prose is more interested in telling the story, in bringing the tale to its conclusion. A dusting of metaphors is good enough, too many will distract.
From the tombstone of Edgar Allan Poe, one can reach the street by taking a narrow dirt path between two tall stone mausoleums and crouching for a few steps underneath a portion of Westminster Hall.
Kristian Jeff Cortez Agustin, a poet and interdisciplinary artist, has published in London “For Love and Poetry,” a book that celebrates various art forms intersected with photographs and the art of weaving words.
“Everyday Things” dwells, it is true, on daily rhythms of living in California and Manila. The routine is “stronger than us and more durable,” its title poem affirms.
I worked in Bangkok in the ’70s, and I fell in love with the place forever. Thais are cool. Their soothing manners rubbed off on me like the cool wisp of a eucalyptus leaf.
A poetry-writing suspected killer was being hunted by Japanese police Tuesday after the bodies of five people were found in a tiny mountain village.
To all lovers of the perfectly weighed word, Seamus Heaney offered hope on this side of the grave. Heaney, 74, died Friday in a Dublin hospital some 18 years after he won the Nobel Prize in literature and gained global recognition as Ireland's greatest poet since William Butler Yeats.
Poetry and music will take center stage at this year’s Maningning Miclat Awards on Sept. 25 at the Abelardo Hall of the College of Music of the University of the Philippines, Diliman, QC.
Choreographer Agnes Locsin has an advocacy: Save the trees. We need to recoup our forests to check the flooding of our cities, she said.
Three young voices recently proved that their words went well beyond the meaning and conceit of their poetry.
