Here’s the first in my new blog series I’m calling Visitations, in which I blog about an extended stay with a book that I really should have read by now. I’d also like to offer the caveat that this review/critical analysis is spoiler heavy. George Pollucci’s appearance within The Bell Jar is a flicker within…
Author: EAB
EAB writes all manner of things.
On Blogging
I was once a blogger. It was during the years in which was benched at desk jobs with very, very little responsibility, and I was afforded the luxury of being able to cut my writerly milk teeth by means of web-based rant, analysis and confession. My life and my perceptions have changed since then, and I’ve…
Pavlovian
I put down this 13 x 13 after coming to terms with some of my social conditioning last night. I’ve included an audio file of me reading it. ♥ EAB pavlovian Pavlovian Pessimism visits me with lightning flashes, and I’m immediately convinced the storm’s on its way, so much so, I hear raindrops’ pittering-pat against…
May (82nd & 5th)
I was in New York last week, and I threw down a freewrite while sitting on the steps of the Met. I’ve reshaped that aimless prose into a seven-stanza poem in which I limited the syllabic count of each line to seven different possibilities based upon the relative and transposed spacetime coordinates that applied to…
The Art of Storytelling
The structure for this little mixed medium étude is a little different: the first part’s got twelve syllables per line, with the third stanza featuring rhyming couplets, followed by the prose in the second part. That’s just the only way it’d work. “The Art of Storytelling” I. The arrangements spell out every prickly, crumpled inconsistency…
Either Side of Silver
…because. A 12 x 9 x 2. ♥ Either Side of Silver Our words tangled over the distance, after they provided the set-up and we tried to deliver the punchline, but the joke was on us: distances aren’t bridged with slippery things like will. What I loved in those wintry days was the mere thought…
The Episode
Ecco: a little Fibonacci-inspired syllabic poem – 3, 5, 8, 13 and back again – about getting stuck. the episode. metronome for days without shape, spent on the underside of my solipsistic wanderings, where the deep’s arrived at my door, where all good sense has sunk beneath the weight of time, ticking. A side note: back…
The Snow Storm
Voilà: a brand new 10×10 syllabic poem. ♥ EAB The Snow Storm Despite all sophistication, it comes to replace the pattered brilliance of night with the uniformity of a cloud, and it settles on expressing itself as clean, discrete crystals that seek the still, quiet surfaces outside my window. All the world’s branches, as intimate…
Misjudgment
Now that the holidays are over, it’s time to get back to work! Here’s a new poem. It’s a terzanelle—a form that’s a hybrid of terza rima and the villanelle—and below is my most recent experiment with the form, eleven syllables per line. I also wrote it out by hand and scanned it in. “Misjudgment”…