New Poetry and the Penumbra Effect

We’ve added new poetry from Joshua Bocher, Sean Howard, and Avery Tuck. Please leave comments on our Contact Us page, if you’re so inclined.

Recent readings/rereadings include the aforementioned Maggie Doherty’s The Equivalents, which was excellent. It makes a fine pairing too with Square Haunting, by Francesca Wade, which I read last year. Group bios about unfairly neglected women in the arts help set the record straight and expand our horizons in the bargain.

Just finished The Lamplighters, by Emma Stonex, a very fine and subtle story about lighthouses, the men who once kept them running, and their families.…

Sean Howard’s star damage


grammar (sentenced, for nietzsche)

the history professor
telling new students
“just keep it simple,
short sweet simple:
subject verb noun
all you need
!”

 

battle lines

april 27, 2019

bus into bristol, goose-
step on banner: military
boot camp! royal marine
instructor to lick – yum! –
you into shape. (this
being the 21st
century, the
bootprint
green
!)

 

the damage

some students from
atlanta, visiting cape
breton, ‘freaked the
fuck out’ by
the milky
way

—by Sean Howard


Copyright © 2021, by Sean Howard. All Rights Reserved.

Sean Howard is the author of five collections of poetry, most recently Unrecovered: 9/11 Poems (Gaspereau Press, 2021).…

New Year Poetry and Photography

We’ve had some strong additions recently to our Spinozablue archives, most of them by previous contributors. Poetry by Hilary Sideris, Ricky Garni, Sean Howard, and Frederick Pollack grace our pages in 2021, and Ricky Garni brings us some of his photography as well. Please give them a close read/look and add comments on the Contact us page.

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Have started another book by Elisabeth Roudinesco, Why Psychoanalysis? Of special interest to me so far is her depiction of French society as generally depressive and obsessed with pharmacology as the answer, not the old Talking Couch — which she prefers.…

Sean Howard: definitions (poetic gestures)

definitions (poetic gestures)

voters?
X slaves

*

descartes, the man
who saw himself
in half

*

prose racket –
poetry’s
mime

 

The Art Lovers (Departure Lounge, Cork Airport)

Shadows slowly
brushing barley –

cheers from The
Last Call

bar

 

ridge (poetic height)

the oak, statues
of silence,

gesture grand-
ly to the

planes

 

being poems, main-à-dieu bay

plo-
vers,
tou-
ch
&
go

*

wil-
let,
car-
ved
dou-
bt

*

seal-
pier-
ced
mis-
t

 

—by Sean Howard


 

Copyright © 2021 Sean Howard. All Rights Reserved.

Sean Howard is the author of five collections of poetry, most recently Unrecovered: 9/11 Poems (Gaspereau Press, 2021).…

Rebirth Comes Soon Enough

Spring Comes to Lake Shanghai, by Wu Li. 17th Century

It’s been a long winter. Like winter would never leave. Ever leave. Even though it was fairly mild where I live, the mood was winter for a long time. The mind of winter. The soul of cold. Perhaps it’s the state of the world. The economy. The cultural and political fights. Endless and ultimately boring. Perhaps. That said, spring is here and just in nick of time.

By the way, who is this Nick character and what did he do with Chronos?

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We have two new sets of poems on tap: Doreen LeBlanc and Sean Howard grace our pages again.…

Sean Howard: Modern Moments

modern moments (main-à-dieu, nova scotia)

 

sun & cloud (reproduction)

 

bright

band, slow mov-

ing, copy-

ing

the

 

sea

 

nest (goodyear)

 

rock-

weed, dulse &

sorrel, moss a-

round the

 

tire

 

night journey (disconnect)

 

shoot-

ing star,

far

cry, jet st-

reams in

the

 

bay

 

wandering (index poems)

 

 

i

 

bloom: dark-

ness visi-

 

ble

 

***

 

thought,

made of images:

time, tubes &

 

walls

 

 

ii

 

beams, bend-

ing moments… st-

iffness method:

super posit-

 

ion

 

 

iii

 

factory: of future.

(manufacturing

 

people

 

…)

 

 

iv

 

dante, eagle-

eyed in florence:

 

‘lethe? light in

 

love’

 

 

v

 

descartes’

devil, god-

 

like man. fire:

flint flow-

 

ers

 

 

vi

 

alchemy: all

cock?…

Project for the Self

Leo Tolstoy, by Ilya Repin. 1887

What has it? What brings it? What gives meaning to our existence in the here and now? The afterlife? Paradoxes aside, the search for meaning has meaning itself, above and beyond any cleverness in the equation. To express that meaning, however, has become problematic in our late date — our cynical, jaded, post-post-guileless world. Post-guileless in the sense that we no longer can stop self-referencing or self-consciousness enough to just be. Enough to let be be the finale of seem, to borrow a brilliant phrase from Wallace Stevens.

It’s hip to search for meaning without letting others really know.…

Meaningful Searches, Exits and Traps

The (Post-)Modern Search for Meaning:

Tolstoy’s Escape from the Trap

A Reflection by Sean Howard

For the last few years, a close friend has been complaining, with light touch but increasingly heavy heart, of a deep-seated creative malaise, an impasse in his search for an authentic voice and message. Among other sources, his depression can be traced to his intense and academically accomplished engagement with Wittgenstein, whose humbling exposé of the ‘language game’ – and, therewith, what my friend calls “capital-P Philosophy” – leaves him both full of admiration and “with everything – and nothing – to say”. Or, rather, with a desire to say ‘something true’ thwarted by sensitivity to the unrealizable nature of any such (language-based) project.…

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