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Beauty is the sole legitimate province of the poem.-Edgar Allan Poe

Poetry is when emotion has found its thought and thought has found words--Robert Frost

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance--Carl Sandburg

I have nothing to say, I am saying it, and that is poetry--John Cage

You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some of it with you--Joseph Joubert

Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toe nails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own. ~Dylan Thomas

joybragi84
Aug 252 min read

Uncle Boog and the Dogfight Is Ready to Go! And I Wrote a Poem This Week Too.


Well, the final edit is in, and it has cleared. Uncle Boog and the Dogfight is available now at Lulu.com. Here is the page site: https://www.lulu.com/shop/michael-thomas/uncle-boog-and-the-dogfight/paperback/product-2m5rjp7.html?q=uncle+Boog+and+the+dogfight&page=1&pageSize=4

The global market access through Amazon, B&N, and other online bookstores is still pending.


The book is listed under 18+ adults only, and I'm going to have to figure that one out with Lulu. I don't believe there is any reason for this to be strictly for adults. It has some curse words in it, some hints at sexuality, and some pretty explicit violence, but it is not anything that a mature teenager couldn't handle. For a new book, it is relatively inexpensive. Of course, as the author, I can get books a lot cheaper and probably get one to you cheaper if you order through me. If you would like a hand-signed copy, let me know by emailing me at mbt1966@yahoo.com. It will take longer than ordinary, but I will get one to you sooner or later.


I hate to sound like I am begging, but I really do hope that all of you will help me get the word out about this book. It certainly isn't a book for everyone, but I think that most people will enjoy it immensely, especially if you grew up when and where I did. Dewey Lynne is a compilation of many of us who grew up in Stone County, Arkansas in the 1970s and 80s. Uncle Boog, Daddy, Aunt Charlotte, Ozzie Plimpton, Jimbo Tuttle, Gopher Lewis, and the other characters are the people we were raised with. They are exaggerated to an extreme extent, but that is what makes it fun. They are all caricatures but characters we can recognize nonetheless. Anyway, whether you particularly like it or not, you can always tell your friends that they need to read this book by someone that you know. What would it hurt?


Okay! Here is the poem for the week. I think after this poem I will be done with the rollicking, nursery rhyme form. I have been challenging myself to take a form that is generally used for silly subjects and make a poem that is serious in its subject. I am getting tired of challenging myself in such ways though I believe a few of the poems have worked pretty well. Anyway, here is the poem. ENJOY!


The Dog Star Song

 

And now, we reap the dog star’s madness,

Powder settling over summer badness

And in dry heat and crinkling leaves confined. 

Do you recall the pure delight

Of April’s slanting, fertile light

That planted thoughts of making in the mind?  

 

Far from my air-cooled room, I will not wander.

The jagged paths of locusts, I’ll not ponder.

Where sunbeams weigh like wood, I will not be.

In this late August frame

That seems dancing like a flame,

I simply will refuse its melody

And hope the dog star ends its song to me.



This is a picture of the only bloom that my purple coneflower had on it this year. C'mon, echinacea, you have to do better than that!

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I find that I cannot exist without Poetry--without eternal poetry--half the day will not do--the whole of it--I began with a little, but habit has made me a Leviathan.-John Keats

We do not quite say that the new is more valuable because it fits in; but its fitting in is a test of its value.-T. S. Eliot

A man may praise and praise, but no one recollects but that which pleases.-George Gordon, Lord Byron

The great beauty of poetry is that it makes everything in every place interesting.-John Keats

Our faulty elder poets sacrificed the passion and passionate flow of poetry to the subtleties of intellect and to the stars of wit; the moderns to the glare and glitter of a perpetual, yet broken and heterogeneous imagery, or rather to an amphibious something, made up, half of image, and half of abstract meaning. The one sacrificed the heart to the head; the other both heart and head to point and drapery.-S. T. Coleridge

The purpose of rhythm, it has always seemed to me, is to prolong the moment of contemplation, the moment when we are both asleep and awake, which is the one moment of creation.-W. B. Yeats

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