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apoemaday · 29 days
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This for That
by Ron Padgett
What will I have for breakfast? I wish I had some plums like the ones in Williams’s poem. He apologized to his wife for eating them but what he did not do was apologize to those who would read his poem and also not be able to eat them. That is why I like his poem when I am not hungry. Right now I do not like him or his poem. This is just to say that.
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firstfullmoon · 11 months
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Ron Padgett, “Tea for You, Too”
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derangedrhythms · 8 months
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Ron Padgett, Nothing in that Drawer
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havingapoemwithyou · 9 months
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the love cook by Ron Padgett
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pocket-size-cthulhu · 18 days
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I don't want a framed copy of Ron Padgett's The Love Cook in my kitchen; I need it
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asimmutableasgravity · 9 months
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on: eating as a love language
@lesdemonium / - / christopher citro / ron padgett / ashley lyle + bart nickerson / me / garrison keillor / gabrielle calvocoressi
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rachelspoetrycorner · 2 months
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Survivor Guilt (2014) by Ron Padgett
In Episode 310, Rachel shares a poem guilty of being simply too good!
Rachel: The poet James Tate wrote: “Ron Padgett's poems sing with absolutely true pitch, and they are human-friendly. Their search for truths both small and large can be cause for laughter or at least a thoughtful sigh.” Which is exactly the kind of poet that I'm looking typically to bring to Wonderful. You know. Uh, a poet from a human.
Griffin: You did bring that dog poet one time—
Rachel: [laughs]
Griffin: —which I thought was... interesting?
Rachel: Bark... bark, bark, bark. Bark.
Griffin: I carry it in my bark.
I was gonna add a personal comment as usual, until I found this quote by Ron Padgett, that seems to have been made almost specifically for Rachel and Griffin: “Survivor Guilt is not about feeling bad about watching Survivor (the T.V. show). It’s about fickleness (a word we don’t hear much anymore). Plus ça change…”
If you'd like to hear about Ron directly soliciting poems from well-known authors to publish in his literary magazine and succeeding to do so all while still being in highschool, you can do so here: Body Burn, from 5:23 - 12:43
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llovelymoonn · 2 years
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more favourite poems
ron padgett collected poems: "how long"
donald justice collected poems: "there is a gold light in certain old paintings..."
rita ann higgins witches in the bushes: “be someone”
frank lima incidents of travel in poetry
campbell mcgrath nox borealis
ha jin a distant center: "all you have is a country"
jack underwood war the war
kit schluter pierrot's fingernails: "bad faith"
angela mao theme and variations on ai weiwei's "dropping a han dynasty urn"
lilly bechtel the shape of grief
simon shieh act i
c.d. wright steal away: new and selected poems: "everything good between men and women"
stephen dobyns name-burning
dan vera speaking wiri wiri: “small shame blues”
hannah srajey the lamppost glows orange in the daytime
deborah landau the uses of the body: "september"
kofi
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namitha · 1 year
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First, calm down.
Next, stay that way
for the rest of your life.
🌿 Ron Padgett
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shy-girl04 · 9 months
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Poem
You're here-
and if you relax
for a moment
your back
and other parts
will arrive
and you can be
together,
with yourself,
a little happiness.
Ron Padgett
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pendraegon · 2 years
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[ID of the poem "Love Cook" by Ron Padgett:
Let me cook you some dinner. / Sit down and take off your shoes / and socks and in fact the rest / of your clothes, have a daquiri, / turn on some music and dance / around the house, inside and out, / it’s night and the neighbors / are sleeping, those dolts, and / the stars are shining bright, / and I’ve got the burners lit / for you, you hungry thing.
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page-28 · 1 month
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dk-thrive · 10 months
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The morning coffee
The morning coffee. I'm not sure why I drink it. Maybe it's the ritual of the cup, the spoon, the hot water, the milk, and the little heap of brown grit, the way they come together to form a nail I can hang the day on. It's something to do between being asleep and being awake. Surely there's something better to do, though, than to drink a cup of instant coffee. Such as meditate? About what? About having a cup of coffee.
— Ron Padgett, from "Prose Poem. (The morning Coffee.)" from Collected Poems. (Coffee House Press, 2013) (via Whiskey River)
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garadinervi · 1 year
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Ted Berrigan, Southampton Business: Language as Motion in Time, Chax Press, Tucson AZ, 2009, Edition of 30 [Granary Books, New York, NY]. Published on the occasion of the Tulsa School Conference at the University of Tulsa, November 5-7, 2009, w/ Ron Padgett, Dick Gallup, Alice Notley, Robert Harris, Anselm Berrigan, and Edmund Berrigan
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Let me cook you some dinner. Sit down and take off your shoes and socks and in fact the rest of your clothes, have a daquiri, turn on some music and dance around the house, inside and out, it's night and the neighbors are sleeping, those dolts, and the stars are shining bright, and I've got the burners lit for you, you hungry thing.
— Ron Padgettl, The Love Cook
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olhos-de-laser · 5 months
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1) O que pode acontecer. 2) Como vão comportar-se as pessoas. 3) Oh, o que quer que seja.
— Nunca se sabe [fragmento] (in Poemas Escolhidos), Ron Padgett
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