The Poetry of Arthur Rimbaud
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog Arthur Rimbaud turned his back on poetry at the age of 20, or around 1875. The rest of his life, 17 years, […]
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A Look At Matsuo Basho
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog The master of the Haiku expresses poetic qualities that charge his words with unmistakable clarity. Clarity is the medium for Basho’s perception […]
O’Shaughnessy: An Ode
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog Arthur O’Shaughnessy left one good poem behind. Many other Victorian poets left a few good poems behind and they are welcomed in […]
The Words Are True, And Love Runs Through Them As Clearly As Water.
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog I have been writing poetry for many years now. Lust was the hallmark of my earlier works, though not always of […]
Fernando Pessoa: Alchemist of Sensations
by Asia Leonardi “My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear […]
Dana Gioia’s “Summer Storm”
I always liked Dana Gioia’s poem “Summer Storm” and as we leave summer I thought I would share it with the blog. My friend Hazel says this was the poem […]
Thoughts on Plague Literature
by Fraser Hibbitt In Albert Camus’ The Plague (1947), the narrator comments that ‘there have been as many plagues as wars in history; yet always plagues and wars take people […]
Happy Anniversary to J.R.R. and Edith Tolkien
Here at the blog we celebrate some dates and anniversaries in our quirky way. The seasons, DNA Day, Bitcoin Pizza Day, Bitcoin’s Birthday, and in today’s post the anniversary of […]
A Poem by Hazel Anna Rogers
I wake, open, Into the arms of the gentle night. Not yet do the silhouettes of naked boughs Charm the light, Nor has the soft chatter of sharp beaks Set […]
A Poem by Monica Korycinska
by Carl Kruse My friend Monica’s mom ended her life following years of chronic pain and Monica penned this poem for her. At first I thought Monica had not titled […]
A Few Words on Coleridge
By Fraser Hibbitt There is something lovable in the cursory brain. I had read Virginia Woolf describing the poet, Coleridge, as ravenously talking for hours on end about anything his […]
At Dusk
In long-drawn moments of dusk Shadows are bold companions Birds grow silent and keep night’s secrets. Contact: carl AT carlkruse DOT com Check out some of the poetry of […]