Posts Tagged 'podcast'

Peonies by Mary Oliver: poetry podcast # 17

Hello! I’m here today with a new poetry podcast! I know, it has been quite a while since my last—listen in to see what inspired me to do another, and what I’ve been thinking about these days. This poem is a truly beautiful poem—in visual imagery, and in thoughts about living a wild, beautiful life. Oh, thank you Mary Oliver for living your own very wild, very beautiful life, and telling the tale through your poetry!

Have a listen:

Here’s a link to the poem in written form: “Peonies” by Mary Oliver

Some other things I mention in the podcast:

the book A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle
the lovely Kerri from Songs of Light

{Listen to previous poetry podcasts}

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In Search of a Poem

OK, so I’ve been slacking on my weekly poetry podcasts {you know, the little podcasts I’ve been making of me reading my favorite poems and talking about them}. I could make many excuses for why I don’t have a podcast for you again this week {like my allergies that would make me sure to sniffle all the way through, or being busy with some commissioned drawings I’m working on} but truthfully, I just haven’t been reading a lot of poetry these past few weeks.

When I’m not reading poetry, it’s hard to come to you with an inspired poetry podcast, so I’m opting to wait until more inspiration hits. I seem to go through phases where I’m really into poetry, and then other phases where I’m not, so I can’t guarantee when the next podcast will be, but you can be sure that I will be back with another podcast the next time I find a poem that cries out to me to be shared; and this is bound to happen.

I do have a little poetry for you today though! I was perusing some books in search of a poem, and I found the following by Mary Oliver. Enjoy and have a wonderful creative day and weekend! Happy Mother’s Day to all of you moms!

“I do not want to be frisky, and theatrical.
I do not want to go forward in the parade of names.
I do not want to be diligent or necessary or in any way
      heavy.

From my mouth to God’s ear, I swear it; I want only
      to be a song.

To wander around in the fields like a little reed bird.

To be a song.”

{section 2 of the poem “The Return” by Mary Oliver. Part of the collection What Do We Know}

The 6 Foot Goddess by Charles Bukowski: poetry podcast #16

I have a great poem for you today—it’s full of interesting tensions, love, sex and tenderness, but first I must warn you . . .

WARNING: This poem contains some ADULT LANGUAGE, ADULT CONTENT, and COARSE SLANG, so it’s not really suitable for children or people who are sensitive to these things.

What can I say, it’s Charles Bukowski—gotta love Charles Bukowski—and with him comes a bit of a bar mouth. {Click on his name above to find out more about this wonderful poet}

Now that all of my disclaimers are over, let’s get to it!


{this is a “block print” I made a long time ago (pre-blog) when I was messing around with some extra clay I had. I made a block by just cutting off a slab of clay and carving into it. Then I let the clay dry and printed it. Not sure if this is really a recommended technique, but it was fun! This little goddess sits on my desk, and I love her.}

And finally, the podcast:

You can read the words of this poem: here
I found the poem in Bukowski’s collection called Love is a Dog from Hell. Catchy title huh?

Have a wonderful day, and thanks for listening!

{listen to previous poetry podcasts}

Twistable, Turnable Man and Other Hilarities by Shel Silverstein: poetry podcast #15

Guess who’s here for a visit in this week’s poetry podcast? Well, the Twistable, Turnable Man of course!

Listen up for some Shel Silverstein fun:

All of the poems I read today are from A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein, most likely available in a library near you. Here are their titles in order of reading:

“Twistable, Turnable Man”
“Outside or Underneath?”
“Put Something In”

{listen to previous poetry podcasts}

Physiology of Kisses by Tony Hoagland: poetry podcast #14

I’ve been thinking about this poem all week—I’m not sure why—sometimes it just happens that a certain poem will be ringing in my head for a period of days.

First, a view from my walk this morning:

And now the podcast:

See the written version of “Physiology of Kisses
(this poem appears in Hoagland’s collection What Narcissism Means to Me)

You may remember this previous podcast of a Tony Hoagland poem—be sure to check it out if you enjoyed this one.

{Listen to previous poetry podcasts}

In Just- spring: poetry podcast #13

Hello Hello
I made a new poetry podcast for you today—one of my long-time favorite E.E. Cummings poems! Thanks Geoff for reminding me of it after my last poetry podcast!

Here it goes:

Click the arrow below to listen:

Here’s the text of “In Just-

One thing I would like to add to what I said in the podcast is how I think that the way Cummings runs the names together (eddieandbill bettyandisbel) imitates speech—we would say the names run together, as if they were one word. I’ve noticed Cummings doing this a lot, especially in poems like “logeorge.” I can’t find a link to this poem online, and the spacing is very complicated, so I am not able to type it up so lickety-split here, but if you have a Cummings collection, check out the poem under the first line “logeorge.” It is a wonderful poem about everyday speech!

{Listen to previous poetry podcasts}

Now I Lay (E.E. Cummings): poetry podcast #12

Hello poetry people! I’m back with another poetry podcast from the Great E.E.!

Sadly, no picture to go with it—my podcast posts have been light on pictures lately! But there is poetry as promised. This is a short one, but I command you to go forth and read the poem for yourself afterwards>> I have typed it up below!

Listen to the podcast:

Also, here’s the former poetry podcast I did of another E.E. Cummings poem.

Here’s the poem from today’s podcast in written form:

Now i lay(with everywhere around)
me(the great dim deep sound
of rain;and of always and of nowhere)and

what a gently welcoming darkestness—

now i lay me down(in a most steep
more than music)feeling that sunlight is
(life and day are)only loaned:whereas
night is given(night and death and the rain

are given;and given is how beautifully snow)

now i lay me down to dream of(nothing
i or any somebody or you
can begin to begin to imagine)

something which nobody may keep.
now i lay me down to dream of Spring

–E.E. Cummings
(from Selected Poems edited by Kennedy)

{Listen to previous podcasts}


Hello there! My name is Nicole K. Docimo, and I am an artist and writer from the U.S.A. but currently residing in Zurich, Switzerand. Thank you for visiting my blog!

Some Thoughts

"Be thirsty for the ultimate water,
and then be ready for what will
come pouring from the spring."
~Rumi

{from "Joy at Sudden Disappointment"
translated by C. Barks.}

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