Big Bands Big Sounds Big Lyrics

Big Bands
Big Sounds
Big Lyrics

Yesterday, in the car, in torrential rain, we listened to USB sounds of Bette Midler and friends singing slang tunes from the 1950’s. Ouch! Harsh sounds!
Instead, I prefer the language of Seamus Heaney:

Read out loud.
Listen carefully to the vowels.
Let them echo.

And some time make the time to drive out west
Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,
In September or October, when the wind
And the light are working off each other
So that the ocean on one side is wild
With foam and glitter, and inland among stones
The surface of a slate-grey lake is lit
By the earthed lightening of flock of swans,
Their feathers roughed and ruffling, white on white,
Their fully-grown headstrong-looking heads
Tucked or cresting or busy underwater.
Useless to think you’ll park or capture it
More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there,
A hurry through which known and strange things pass
As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways
And catch the heart off guard and blow it open

A Mortimer Minute (A Poetry Bunny Hop)

Watch those bunny teeth!

Watch those bunny teeth!

Bunny Question #1:
What does it take to be a children’s poet?

Bunny Question #2
Do poets use slang?
Often. They call it “colloquialism”. And it works well when it rings with meter, rhyme and local flavor.

Bunny Question #3
Can a poem have no words?
Some poems are sounds like this one from Germany.

I am touched by Joy Acey’s invite to spend a Mortimer Minute with these lively poets who preceeded me.
Feel free to visit their blogs:

Here is a video of me reading one of my favorite poems.

I would like to invite all those poets who take time to visit this blog to take a Mortimer Moment.
Just reply in the comments section if you are interested.

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