poetry

Monday Poems
10:42 am
Mon November 24, 2014

"Five Bars at the High Spot"

Credit Haley Young

It worked like this:
we clung to our telephones,
searching for clearance.
I rang for you over the river.
All water goes slant
to the place you need
most: mouth, sea, tributary,
and then into books
we love.

So you answered. “Hello,
great signal, wild scenery.”
We craved the high spots
and now you’d said it
up on the ledge of perfection
phone activated, scene made.

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The Write Question
9:47 am
Mon November 3, 2014

"Outside the St. Ignatius Mission"

We must be poets to hear from home
on nights like this. The moon
has a thousand echoes
in mud puddles all over town.

The old Mission looms behind life
like something so terribly lost
that life anchors to the loss.
Its aged walls wane to ghost at night.

Through stained glass dim candles radiate
like the soul of something ancient
through the continuance of itself.
Home is a deeper place,

submerged here by the landing of this world
we cannot have
God no longer thunders
from the sky, but whispers

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Mountain West Voices
5:00 am
Thu September 25, 2014

The Typewriter Poet: A Conversation With Tyler Knott Gregson

Credit Sarah Linden

A visit with poet Tyler Knott Gregson - an unlikely success story from Helena, Montana. He typed his first poem off the top of his head, standing up, on an old typewriter an a junk store. Three years and 900 poems later, he has a following of several hundred thousand people around the world.

(Broadcast: "Mountain West Voices," 9/24/14, Wednesday evenings, 7:30.)

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Monday Poems
6:50 am
Mon September 1, 2014

"The Hermit's Work

They'll wonder
that I left

my things—

my name on folded forms,
the job I did.

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Monday Poems
10:53 am
Mon August 18, 2014

"Magpie"

Corvidae, poems by B. J. Buckley

Magpie
infernally
multiple,
gangster-gaggle
in a poplar snag,
long liver,
egg sucker,
eater of eyes,
murderer of unfledged
nestlings,
carrion cleaner
of our own
assorted
homicides –
deer,
dog, feral
cats, porcupine, never
mind,
hardly
a blood trace
left
by the next
afternoon –
glorious harlequin
Magpie,
coal snow
burnt ash
night moon
examiner,
and us
except as surfeit
flesh
found
wanting.

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Monday Poems
6:10 am
Mon August 11, 2014

" Mid-August at Sourdough Mountain Lookout"

Riprap, poems by Gary Snyder

Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain
Pitch glows on the fir-cones
Across rocks and meadows
Swarms of new flies.

I cannot remember things I once read
A few friends, but they are in cities.
Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup
Looking down for miles
Through high still air.

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Monday Poems
5:56 am
Mon August 4, 2014

"What Silence Is"

The Adagio in Rachmaninoff's
Piano Concerto No. 2 in C Minor
is so sweet-sad you stop what
you're doing, you can hardly
turn your ears from its deliberate
infiltration, you remember
what you didn't want to remember,
the sweetness of early love,
the sad days and nights that follow,
the way days and nights collapse
into one another in the fury of live
which is so like what later you call hate,
there are no laws for this, shrapnel, shards,
shattering, the indistinctness, the disappearances,

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Monday Poems
6:00 am
Mon July 28, 2014

"The Solitude of Ophelia"

...We know what we are, but know not what we may be... Hamlet, IV. v 44

My eyes open, lettuce leaves,
curling cabbages to look bitter inside
my terror, a skinned spine.
Creature of death, I welcome and eat you without pain.

The monster heart
gone to weeds.
I make mental contact with the lovers
watching TV in hotel rooms, share
wine with the carpet, spend
every buck I have.
Sell the typewriter.

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Literature
11:49 am
Wed July 23, 2014

Treasure State Readers: Anthologies From Bangtail Press

Livingston Reader, published by Bangtail Press

Publisher Allen Jones talks about "re-invigorating" Bangtail Press and three recently-released anthologies of Montana writers, the Treasure State Readers.

Montana Bookstore Readers

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Monday Poems
6:00 am
Mon July 21, 2014

"Montana Inventory"

Richard Brautigan

At 85 miles an hour an insect splattered
like saffron on the windshield
and a white cloud in blue sky above the
     speed-curried bug

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