Showing posts with label Cannon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cannon. Show all posts
Saturday, December 1, 2018

Introduction to Poetry

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Here are the books: English 43: Introduction to Poetry CCSF Spring 2019
Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Moya Cannon: "The Hidden Rhythms of the Wood"

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SYMPATHETIC VIBRATION           for Kathleen 'You never strike a note, you always take the note.' Did it take her many of ...
Sunday, October 21, 2012

Moya Cannon: "Tending" and "Hunter's Moon"

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I think if you even merely browse this blog that my appreciation for the poetry of Moya Cannon is very strong.  Here are two more that I wis...
Saturday, October 20, 2012

Moya Cannon: "Emptinesses Which Hold"

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NAUSTS There are emptinesses which hold the leveret's form in spring grass; the tern's hasty nest in the shore pebble...
Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Moya Cannon: "Who Conducts the Music of Our Dreams?"

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ALMA, I woke up saying the word, just as, a few mornings earlier, I had woken up saying 'The Silk Road'. Who conducts the musi...
Monday, October 1, 2012

Moya Cannon's "Reed-Making"

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REED-MAKING for Cormac Man is but a reed, the most feeble thing in nature, but he is a thinking reed.       Blaise Pascal A strip ...
Friday, September 7, 2012

Moya Cannon's "Prodigal"

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P RODIGAL Dark mutter tongue rescue me, I am drawn into outrageous worlds where there is no pain or innocence, only the little quiet ...
Friday, July 27, 2012

The Flow Of Music: Two Poems From Moya Cannon

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VIOL Wherever music comes from it much come through an instrument. Perhaps that is why we love the instrument best which is most like ...

Moya Cannon's "Thalassa"

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THALASSA Having got up, decided to go home, how often do we find ourselves walking in the wrong direction. Some echo under the stone...
Saturday, April 7, 2012

Moya Cannon: "Isolde's Tower, Essex Quay"

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ISOLDE'S TOWER, ESSEX QUAY It is our fictions which make us real. --Robert Kroetch Is there no end to what can be dug up out of the...
Friday, April 6, 2012

Moya Cannon: "'Taom'" and "Hazelnuts"

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'TAOM' The unexpected tide, the great wave, uncontained, breasts the rock, overwhelms the heart, in spring or winter. Surfacing from...